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

gaze fixed on the

visit by a big shot like

a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in the brawl below, Nydia tried to maintain her composure, sipping

raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively against his signet

here for a

dogs in North America. As the former patriarch,

deal?

am I hearing things?”

had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once

a secret He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because

Augus called God a mad dog, he was essentially branding lan. But only the club insiders knew God

was a desperate lunatic, hell–bent on defeating his opponents for cash.

Augus faced lan, he walked out of the club on his own two feet, despite lan showing

had it, he spent a month in the hospital afterward

standing, propped up by nothing but a man’s

a bone to pick with Augus, for he had hurt lan in their bout. And lan hadn’t

former special forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and an imposing aura,

Sanders want to make?”

coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee with a spoon.

billion dollars, I want him