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.

video on his phone right in

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

hidden camera in the

done playing with her,

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

and his back was drenched in cold

yanked the man into the

in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while

the night's excesses, he barely had

voice was weak and

squinted his

the answer too obvious?" "Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung a punch at

easily

flipped him over his shoulder

pain, and his vision

"Mr.

for impotent rage." The man clapped

hands of the police." Aidan's heart was in his throat, and his legs turned

do you

man stepped into the room and

the woman's body inside, zipped it up,

he meticulously cleaned up all traces

Aidan watched, stunned.