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

night—Aidan's brutal assault on

the

playing with her, he fell into a deep

woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth,

his back

the room and

a hidden camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while grabbing the

he barely had the strength to

was weak and

man squinted his

your insight, or is the answer too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set

man easily caught Aidan's

shoulder and slammed him onto the

throbbed in pain, and his

"Mr.

time for impotent rage." The man clapped his

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

do you

stepped into the room and

the woman's body inside, zipped

cleaned up all traces from the

Aidan watched, stunned.