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.”

playing on her lips, before slinking onto a chair

fixed on the turmoil below.

by a big shot like Sanders

seemingly engrossed

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

for a deal”

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

deal?

Sanders, am I hearing

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

fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he, too, had

branding lan. But only the club insiders knew

was a desperate lunatic, hell–bent on

walked out of the club on

he spent a

standing, propped up by nothing but a man’s pride.

he had hurt lan in their bout. And

forces soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and an imposing aura, despite his age.

deal does Mr. Sanders

cup, idly stirring

impressive. A billion dollars, I want him to