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 the refined

what’s this all

authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment

presence

level of the underground fighting pit, lan said calmly, “in a no man’s

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

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

had been silent for so long that

unreachable, Patric’s attention returned to lan,

first personality is Eric What’s the second one

as if multiple personalities were no big deal

his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan had overheard something about his split personality.

because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating Patric’s gaze

the blade of his knife came dangerously close to Patric’s

playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother

lan moved the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time. Man or

Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep, sinking

Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help