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 the refined figure seated before him, he raised an

what’s this all about?

in a sleek black chair exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of the pit, clung to him perfectly, emphasizing

presence

pit, lan said calmly, “in a no man’s

America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected it to be

quite the enigma, isn’t he? Owning a piece of the underworld like this fighting pit. I’m keener than ever to kill him

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

Eric unreachable, Patric’s attention returned to lan, but lans

is Eric What’s

personalities

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

to come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was

unfazed, flicked his wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously

simply raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t want to see him dead, would

knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this

from Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep,

glanced around This wasn’t Greenfield. There was no