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 word, the man played a video on his phone right in front

entire scene from last night—Aidan's brutal assault on the

the room

playing with her, he fell into a

him suddenly began to convulse,

turned pale, and his back was

yanked the man into the room and

you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan

barely had the

voice was

squinted his

obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung a punch at

man easily

over his shoulder and slammed him onto the

throbbed in pain, and his vision

"Mr.

impotent

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

you

up your mess." With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled

placed the woman's body inside, zipped it

meticulously cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.