Chapter 17

The revelation that the man who had insulted me in the hallway was the same one who had shared my contact with the unknown caller left me in a state of bewilderment. Russo's revelation had shaken me to my core, and I couldn't help but wonder why he had chosen toopen me up to creeps.

I turned to him, my voice trembling with curiosity and apprehension. "Why did he do it?" I asked, my gaze fixed on Russo's inscrutable expression.

For a moment, Russo remained silent, his dark eyes locked onto mine as if he were searching for the right words. The air in the room seemed to thicken with tension, a palpable unease that hung between us.

Finally, he spoke, his voice low and filled with uncertainty. "I don't know why he did it," Russo admitted his admission carrying a weight of confusion and frustration.

I couldn't help but sense that there was more to the story than he was letting on. The man had done so for a reason, and I couldn't dismiss the notion that Russo might be hiding something.

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