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.

played a video

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

hidden camera in the

with her, he fell

to convulse, foam at

turned pale, and his back was drenched in

man into the room

hidden camera in the room? Did you do this? Was

he barely had

was weak and

squinted his

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

man easily caught Aidan's

flipped him over his shoulder and slammed

back throbbed in pain, and his

"Mr.

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

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

you want?" "Don't

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

body inside,

he meticulously cleaned up all traces

Aidan watched, stunned.