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 on his phone

from last night—Aidan's brutal assault on

in the

playing with her, he

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

turned pale, and his back was

the man into the room and locked

the room? Did you do this?

excesses, he barely had

voice was weak

man squinted

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

easily caught Aidan's

over his shoulder and slammed him

pain, and his

"Mr.

now is not the time for impotent

should think carefully about what would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart was in his throat, and

do you

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

the woman's body inside,

cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.