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.”

smile playing on her lips, before slinking onto

his gaze fixed on the turmoil

by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia

seemingly engrossed in the brawl below, Nydia tried to maintain her composure, sipping her coffee

victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb

for

knew the Sander family were the top dogs in North America. As the former patriarch, why

deal?

am I hearing

relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once publicly dended God, calling

club were a secret He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he, too, had once stepped into the ring. Age

essentially branding lan. But

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

he walked out of the club on his own

he spent a month in the

by nothing but a man’s pride.

a bone to pick with Augus, for he had hurt lan in

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

Sanders want

cup, idly stirring the

billion dollars, I want him to