Negan
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After I'd killed Brittany, I hung her on a tree in the garden to make it seem like she killed herself.
However, when I went back to my private residence... I couldn't sleep.
And it wasn't because I was disturbed by what I did. Nah, that was simply a normal Tuesday.
I couldn't sleep because, for some reason, my mind kept going back to one person.
Phoebe.
"Rowland?" I called out for my assistant when I couldn't take it anymore and decided to come downstairs to have a drink.
The living room was dark, but I was able to see thanks to my advanced wolf sight and headed to the in-built bar at a corner.
However, I paused when I heard moans of pleasure coming from that direction.
My brows furrowed into a frown as I called for the moron again. "Rowland?!"
Suddenly, I heard some bottles clanging at the bar, and a few seconds later, Rowland popped his head from the back alongside a female partner.
