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

icy water splashed across Patric’s face, jolting him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused on the refined figure seated before him, he

this all about?

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

presence

pit, lan said calmly, “in a

this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected it to be laris. That was

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 him What do you think. Eric? Will

for so long that

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

Eric What’s

personalities were no big

lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his

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

blade of

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

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

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

Greenfield. There was