Can’t Win Me Back

Terrified, Aidan felt his hair stand on its ends.

He hurriedly covered the woman's corpse with a blanket.

Trembling at the foot of the bed, he debated whether to call the police when there was a knock on the door.

It was 4:00 am.

Who could it be? It was certainly not room service.

Aidan walked to the door.

"W-Who's there?" His voice quivered uncontrollably.

"Mr. Aidan," came a calm and steady voice from outside.

"I'm here on Mr. Schmidt's orders to help you." Aidan remained stubborn.

"I-I don't need any help." "The woman you picked last night should still be in your room, right? How is she doing now?" Aidan's heart pounded in alarm as he rushed to open the door.

Aman stood outside, dressed in a black sports outfit with a cap pulled low and a black mask obscuring his features.

Only his cold and sharp eyes were visible.

""H-How do you know?" Aidan was shocked.

man played a video on his phone right in front of

showed the entire scene from last night—Aidan's brutal assault on the woman and injecting

hidden camera in the room

done playing with her, he fell into a

suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth, and

and his back

into the

you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while grabbing the

night's excesses, he barely

was weak and

man squinted his

Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared

man easily caught

his shoulder and slammed him

pain, and his

"Mr.

for impotent rage." The man

if this video landed in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart was in his

you want?"

mess." With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled a black nylon bag from his

body inside, zipped

meticulously cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.