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.

word, the man played a video on his phone

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

the room had

was done playing with her,

woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the

back was drenched in

into the room and locked the

do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while

barely had the strength

was

squinted his

you for your insight, or is the answer too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me

man easily caught

shoulder and slammed him onto

pain, and his

"Mr.

for impotent rage." The

in the hands of

do you want?"

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

body inside, zipped

cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.

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