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 video on his phone right

from last night—Aidan's brutal assault

the

done playing with her, he fell into

beside him suddenly began to convulse,

and his back

the man into the

camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it

barely had the strength

voice was weak and

man squinted his

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

easily caught

him over his shoulder and slammed him onto

in pain,

"Mr.

for impotent rage." The man clapped

video landed in the hands of

do you want?" "Don't

your mess." With that, the man stepped

the woman's body inside, zipped it

up all traces

Aidan watched, stunned.

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