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

been courting death over and over, now barely clinging to

opportunity to jab at fans sore spot tilting his head back with

said his lashes

they made in the confines of that facility lan, you just lucked out, slipping into his life while he was away

lan retorted, his tone colder than before

any mention of Eric and Maja would have triggered a much more visceral reaction from

let Eric come forward or make an effort to assimilate those memories.”

ngage in a

had influence in North America, and his power was nothing to scoff at but compared to the underground fighting rings, he was still outmatched

this seventh floor

seeing his willingness to cooperate, nodded

someone shadow him. He may have acquired some of Eric’s pharmaceutical abilities Don’t let him touch anything, and search him again. Leave

his hands, even the simplest of objects could become lethal

easy Nydia assured

his blazer from a nearby chair, lan made to

back home? ian, hear me out Going back now will only stir more chaos in Greenfield I won’t help if you truly care ordinary woman Have farth

overlooking

words struck a chord