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

I don’t want him to speak? He’s been courting death over and over, now barely clinging to life.

interrogation, seized the opportunity to jab at fans sore spot tilting his head back with

said his lashes

for Maja, clinging to a promise they made in the confines of

is a part of strength, lan retorted,

and Maja would have triggered a much more visceral reaction from lan. But now knowing

make an effort to assimilate

ngage in a

gravity of his situation. He had influence in 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, Patric could well end up with a

a stroll around this seventh floor will

willingness to cooperate, nodded at Nydia

touch anything,

a pharmaceutical prodigy, and in his hands,

easy Nydia assured him

a nearby chair, lan made to leave the room,

stir more chaos in Greenfield I won’t help if you truly

overlooking

struck a chord with lan