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

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

what’s this

a sleek black chair exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in

presence

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

eyebrow quirked up again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected it to be laris. That was

Enc. “Your little brother is quite the enigma, isn’t he? Owning a piece of the underworld like this fighting pit.

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

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

first personality is Eric What’s the second one

tone was casual, as if multiple personalities

remembered lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with

come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating

of his knife came dangerously

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

lan moved the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek

replaced

wasn’t Greenfield. There was no