Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1313

tan strode back to the underground fighting pit, his expression unreadable as the dim lights of the corridor flickered above him. Nydia waited alone at the entrance, her silhouette a solitary figure against the stark shadows of the doorway

“lan” she called out a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.

With a nod, lan signaled her to take care of the unconscious man slung over his shoulder

Nydia’s gaze drifted to the mans face, noting the resemblance to lan, then promptly waved over two burly figures to handle the situation.

Patric was strung up with iron chains, his feet barely touching the ground, still out cold

The last thing Patric remembered before blacking out was tan’s proposition of a deal. Now here he was, a captive audience in the bowels of a fight club

“Throw some water on him lan instructed indifferently

across Patric’s face, jolting him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused on

this

chair exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of the pit, clung to him perfectly, emphasizing

presence

fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in a no

quirked up again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t

Enc. “Your little brother is quite the enigma, isn’t he? Owning a piece of the underworld

was no reply Enc had been silent for so long that

Eric unreachable, Patric’s attention returned to lan, but lans next words stopped him cold.

Eric What’s the second one called?”

casual, as if multiple personalities were no big

villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan

to come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating Patric’s

wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously

harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t want

nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time. Man or woman, everyone cherished their

from Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep, sinking

was no Bernard to