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.

the man played a video on his phone right

night—Aidan's brutal

the

done playing with her,

beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the

back was

the room and locked

camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan

excesses, he barely had

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

easily

over his shoulder and slammed him onto

pain, and his vision

"Mr.

impotent rage." The

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

do you want?"

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

the woman's body inside, zipped

meticulously cleaned up all traces from the

Aidan watched, stunned.

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