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

him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused on

this all about?

lounged in a sleek black chair exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of the pit,

presence

the underground fighting pit, lan said calmly,

quirked up again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected

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?

reply Enc had been silent for so long that Patric

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

What’s the second one called?”

as if multiple personalities were

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

the gentle

his wrist, and the blade of

mocking smile playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes

that, lan moved the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time. Man or woman, everyone cherished their face

replaced by

around This wasn’t Greenfield. There was