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.

man played a video on

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

hidden camera in the room had captured

her, he fell into a deep

suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth,

pale, and his back was

yanked the man into the

Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked

the night's excesses, he barely had the

voice was weak

squinted

I commend you for your insight, or is the answer too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung

easily

him over his shoulder and slammed

pain,

"Mr.

time for impotent rage." The man clapped

this video landed in the hands of

you

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

placed the woman's body inside, zipped it up, and secured

up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.