Leanne Walsh went to a bar in the Third District.
The place was in a secluded location. While not packed with people, its small size made it feel a bit crowded. If anything went wrong, it would be easy to disappear into the crowd, which suited her perfectly.
Naturally, she had snuck out without Kevin Howell's knowledge, evading even the men he'd sent to "protect" her.
Kevin Howell was intensely possessive.
Since he considered Leanne Walsh his "private property," he would never allow her to go to a place like this, where she would come into contact with people—especially men.
But Leanne had long since had enough of him!
'Even if he "likes" me, it's just like I'm his pet, huh…' In the private booth, two rows of empty beer bottles already lined the table in front of Leanne Walsh. She murmured to herself, her eyes red.
