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.”

sly smile playing on her

drink, his gaze fixed on

big shot like Sanders had Nydia

by without a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed

victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively against his signet ring.

for a deal”

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

deal?

am I hearing

Sander family had always had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once publicly dended

But Augus knew because he, too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and defeat left

he was essentially branding lan. But only the club insiders knew God

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

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

spent a

left standing, propped up by nothing but

had hurt

forces soldier, still possessed a youthful

does Mr. Sanders want to make?”

his coffee cup, idly

influence in Greenfield is impressive. A billion dollars, I