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.

word, the man played a video on his phone right

from last night—Aidan's brutal

in the room had captured

was done playing with her, he

beside him suddenly began to convulse,

his back was drenched in

yanked the man into the room and locked the

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

night's excesses, he barely had the strength to be

voice was weak and

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 a punch

man easily caught

shoulder and slammed

in pain, and

"Mr.

is not the time for impotent rage." The man clapped his hands and

think carefully about what would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart was

do you want?" "Don't

stepped into the room and pulled a black

inside, zipped it up,

he meticulously cleaned up all traces

Aidan watched, stunned.