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

vision focused on the refined figure seated before him, he raised an eyebrow his voice smooth

what’s this

place in the gritty

presence

underground fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in a no man’s land”

knew of this fighting pit.

the underworld like this fighting pit. I’m keener than ever to kill him What

no reply Enc had been silent for so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had vanished for good.

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

first personality is Eric What’s the

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

affair with Maja

clean, because playing the gentle Eric

flicked his wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously close to Patric’s throat.

raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t want to see him dead,

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

replaced by a deep, sinking

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