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.”

the finest coffee, a sly smile playing on her lips,

didn’t drink, his gaze fixed on

by a big shot like Sanders

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

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

for a deal”

top dogs in North America. As the

deal?

am I hearing

the combat pit. Augus even

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

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

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

the club on his own two feet, despite

he spent a

by nothing but

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

a former special forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and

deal does Mr. Sanders want to make?”

cup, idly stirring the coffee with a

influence in Greenfield is impressive. A billion dollars,