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

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

the room had captured

was done playing with her,

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

and his back was drenched in cold

the man into the room and

do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan

he barely had the strength to

voice was

man squinted his

"Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me

easily caught

flipped him over his shoulder and slammed

in pain,

"Mr.

the time for impotent rage." The man clapped his hands and

hands of

you want?"

With that, the man stepped into the room

inside,

he meticulously cleaned up all traces from

Aidan watched, stunned.

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