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

face, jolting him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused on

this all about?

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

presence

of the underground fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in a no

connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected it to be

to reach out mentally, Patric sought Enc. “Your little brother is quite the enigma, isn’t he? Owning a piece of the underworld like this fighting pit. I’m keener than ever to kill

so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had vanished for good.

Patric’s attention returned to lan, but

personality is Eric What’s the second one called?”

tone was casual, as if multiple personalities were no big deal to

remembered lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan had overheard something about his split personality.

to come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was becoming

wrist, and the blade of

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

the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time.

from Patric’s eyes, replaced by

This wasn’t Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help him