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.

a video on his phone right

last night—Aidan's brutal assault on the woman and injecting

camera in the room had captured

done playing with her, he

began to convulse, foam at the

turned pale, and his back

the room and

camera in the room? Did you do this? Was

barely had

voice was weak

man squinted his

commend you for your insight, or is the answer too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung

man easily caught Aidan's

over his shoulder

in pain, and his vision

"Mr.

for impotent rage."

in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart

you want?"

up your mess." With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled a black

inside, zipped it up, and secured

meticulously cleaned up all

Aidan watched, stunned.