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

fluttered, and as his vision focused on the refined figure seated before

what’s this all

suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of the pit, clung to him

presence

seventh level of the underground fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in

again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit.

a piece of the underworld like this fighting pit. I’m keener than ever to

silent for so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had

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

Eric What’s the

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

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

flicked his wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously close to

his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t

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

vanished from Patric’s eyes, replaced

was no