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 lips, before slinking

gaze fixed on the turmoil

shot like Sanders had Nydia on

minutes ticked by without a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in the brawl below,

and a victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing

here for a deal”

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

deal?

Sanders, am I hearing things?”

had always had a strained relationship with the combat pit.

knew because he, too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and defeat left him without a victory

essentially branding lan. But only

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

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

he spent a month in the hospital

left standing, propped up by nothing

Nydia had a bone to pick with Augus, for he had hurt lan in their bout. And lan

youthful vigor and an imposing aura, despite

Mr. Sanders want

picks up his coffee cup, idly stirring the coffee

A billion dollars, I want him to find