Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1210

Over here in North America

It’s eight o’clock in the evening

Augus, dressed in a sleek black suit, sit in a private room of an underground combat pit

Below, theres a wild crowd, deafening roars, and a flurry of dollar bills raining in the air.

Nestled in the lawless zone, this underground combat pit was a gold mine, its daily earnings unknown to all.

Despite the numerous elites in North America vying for a piece of this lucrative pie, only lan succeeded

The fight club spanned seven floors, each covering an area of over thirty thousand square feet, with each floor offering different thrills

Countless elites flocked here, shedding their bourgeois skin to blend into this riotous cavalcade of the night

Augus sat, hands folded on his abdomen, silently observing the chaos below.

The door to his room opened, and in saunters Nydia, alluring in a black slip dress.

“Mr. Sanders, I’ve heard much about you. Didn’t expect you to grace us with your presence here.”

playing on her lips, before slinking onto a chair across from

his gaze fixed on the

surprise visit by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on

from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in

victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb

here for

top dogs in North America. As the former patriarch,

deal?

I hearing things?”

always had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once publicly dended God, calling him

the club were a secret He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he,

Augus called God a mad dog, he was essentially branding lan. But only

was a desperate lunatic, hell–bent

faced lan, he walked out of the club on his own two feet, despite lan showing no mercy

it, he spent a month

propped up by nothing but a

to pick with Augus, for he had hurt lan in their bout.

possessed a youthful vigor and an

deal does Mr. Sanders want to

picks up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee with a

A billion dollars,