Dear Ex-wife Marry Me

Chapter 1320

In North America, lan’s influence was constrained, and the flow of information had trickled to a slow drip. The circumstances surrounding Fitch’s death still gnawed at him, feeling off–kilter in a way he couldn’t pin down

But calling Fitch was out of the question

Back home. Bernard was still unconscious, and if any connection between Fitch and lan now a fugitive, was unearthed, even if Fitch was breathing he wouldn’t be able to escape the inevitable thal that would follow

Logic dictated that lan should stay put and wait for news, but if Fitch really was dead, implicated because of him, how could lan possibly stay calm?

Splashing cold water on his face in the bathroom, lan tried to wash away his disquiet When he emerged, Nydia was waiting with news

“Patric’s ready to sing she declared

Patric had an innate aversion to Eric, resenting the constant praise of Eric’s achievements that shone brightly in their community The irritation was clear on his face twisted with a remnant of brutality as he was led out of the room As he spotted lan, Patric lunged forward, an angry fist cocked, but the cuffs on his wrists and the shackles on his ankles allowed him only a short advance before being restrained.

His eyes bore into tan’s, and after a moment’s pause, Patric scoffed. “You want intel on the research facility? I’ll need a moment to ponder. After all, I’ve only received scraps of knowledge in that area

Then bring out Eric He knows that

He’s been courting death over and over, now barely clinging to life. He only reacts when Maja’s around” flickering at the mention of her

freshly wounded from interrogation, seized the opportunity to jab at fans

said his lashes

over heels for Maja, clinging to a promise they made in the confines of that facility lan, you just lucked out,

strength, lan retorted, his

more visceral reaction from lan. But now knowing

either let Eric come forward or make an effort to assimilate those

ngage in a

North America, and his power was nothing to scoff at but compared to the underground fighting rings, he was still outmatched lan’s audacity in this instance suggested that if pushed too far,

stroll around this seventh floor will jog my memory

seeing his willingness to cooperate, nodded at Nydia to

pharmaceutical abilities Don’t let him touch anything, and search him again. Leave humi but the clothes on his back

and in his hands, even the simplest of objects could become lethal

Nydia

from a nearby chair, lan made to leave the room,

chaos in Greenfield I won’t help if you truly care ordinary woman Have farth in her strength,

overlooking

struck a