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 in front

night—Aidan's brutal

hidden camera in the room had

he was done playing with her, he fell into

slept, the woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth, and eventually went

pale, and his back was

yanked the man into the room and locked

Did you do this? Was it

the night's excesses, he barely had

voice was weak

man squinted

too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?"

easily caught Aidan's

over his shoulder and slammed him

throbbed in pain, and his vision

"Mr.

the time for impotent rage." The

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

do you want?" "Don't

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

the woman's body inside,

meticulously cleaned up all

Aidan watched, stunned.