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.

video on his phone right in front of

night—Aidan's brutal

the room had captured

done playing with her, he fell

he slept, the woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam

pale, and his back was drenched

into the room and locked

in the room? Did you do this? Was it

he barely had

voice was

squinted his

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

man easily caught Aidan's

over his shoulder and slammed

pain, and

"Mr.

impotent rage."

what would happen if this video landed in the hands

do you want?"

that, the man stepped

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

up all traces

Aidan watched, stunned.

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