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.”

smile playing on her lips, before slinking onto a chair across from

his gaze fixed on the turmoil below.

visit by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on her toes

engrossed in the brawl below, Nydia tried to maintain

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

for

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

deal?

I hearing

had always had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once publicly dended God, calling him a

always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he, too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and

a mad dog, he was essentially branding lan. But only the club

was a desperate lunatic,

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

spent a

left standing, propped up by nothing but

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

soldier, still possessed a youthful vigor and

does Mr. Sanders

idly stirring the

billion dollars, I want him to find