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.

A man 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.

Without a word, the man played a video on his phone right in front of Aidan.

The footage showed the entire scene from last night-Aidan's brutal assault on the woman and injecting her with drugs. The hidden camera in the room had captured everything. When he was done playing with her, he fell into a deep sleep.

As he slept, the woman beside him suddenly began to convulse, foam at the mouth, and eventually went completely still. Aidan turned pale, and his back was drenched in cold sweat. He yanked the man into the room and locked the door. "There's a hidden camera in the room? Did you do this? Was it Jameson?" Aidan asked while grabbing the man's collar. Exhausted from the night's excesses, he barely had the strength to be angry. His voice was weak and breathless. The man squinted his eyes. "Should I commend you for your insight, or is the answer too obvious?"

"Jameson Schmidt! You jerk! How dare you set me up?" Aidan roared and swung a punch at the man's face.

The man easily caught Aidan's wrist.

He flipped him over his shoulder and slammed him onto the couch. Aidan's back throbbed in pain and his vision blurred.

"Mr. Aidan, now is not the time for impotent rage."

The man clapped his hands and scoffed. "You should think carefully about what would happen if this video landed in the hands of the police."

Aidan's heart was in his throat, and his legs turned jelly. "W-What do you want?"

"Don't panic. I'm here to clean up your mess."

With that, the man stepped into the room and pulled a black nylon bag from his backpack. He placed the woman's body inside, zipped it u and secured it. Then, he

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meticulously cleaned up all traces from the scene.

Aidan watched, stunned. The man's efficiency in handling the body was as casual as having a meal.

"W-Who are you?" Aidan asked, trembling.

"The body is taken care of." The man didn't answer. His voice was calm as he dragged the bag out of the room.

"Also, Mr. Schmidt has a message for you. Since you've chosen his side, you should understand that your fortunes are tied together. If you ever say anything you shouldn't, Mr. Schmidt won't cover for your murder tonight."

Aidan watched the man leave. His soul seemingly left his body in terror.

Before dawn, a black car pulled into The Millennium.

As the man stepped out, two of Carl's men approached and took the body from the car.

Returning to his car, the man removed his mask. It revealed Nicholas' pale face, filled with fatigue and sorrow.

After a long while, he took out his phone and dialed Jameson's number.

When Jameson picked up, Nicholas said respectfully, "Mr. Schmidt, everything has been dealt with."

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