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.”

finest coffee, a sly smile playing on her

his gaze fixed on

by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia

was seemingly engrossed in the brawl below, Nydia tried to

when the dust settled and a victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively against his signet ring.

for

thought she misheard. Everyone knew the Sander family were the top dogs in North America. As the former patriarch, why would

deal?

Sanders, am I hearing things?”

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

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

dog, he was essentially branding lan.

was a desperate lunatic, hell–bent on

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

a month in the

left standing, propped up by nothing but a man’s

Augus, for he had hurt lan in their bout. And lan hadn’t walked away

special forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor

does Mr. Sanders

up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee with

impressive. A billion dollars, I want him to