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.”

ordered the finest coffee, a sly smile playing on her lips, before slinking

his gaze fixed on the turmoil below.

by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on her

seemingly engrossed in

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

for a

top dogs in North America. As the former patriarch, why would Augus need to

deal?

I hearing things?”

a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even

behind a mask. But Augus knew because

branding lan. But only the club insiders

outside world, God was a desperate lunatic,

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

had it, he spent a month in the

standing, propped up by nothing but

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

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

Mr. Sanders want

up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee

influence in Greenfield is impressive. A billion dollars, I want