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

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

the room had

was done playing with her, he fell into

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

pale, and his back

yanked the man into the room and locked the

room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?"

barely had the strength

voice was weak

man squinted his

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

easily

his shoulder and slammed him onto the

back throbbed in pain,

"Mr.

is not the time for impotent rage." The man clapped his

what would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police." Aidan's heart

do you want?" "Don't

man stepped

placed the woman's body inside, zipped it

meticulously cleaned up all

Aidan watched, stunned.