Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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

A cup of icy water splashed across Patric’s face, jolting him awake. His eyelashes fluttered, and as his vision focused on the refined figure seated before him, he raised an eyebrow his voice smooth as silk

lan, what’s this all about?

exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty environment of

presence

of the underground fighting pit, lan said

this fighting pit. But he hadn’t

out mentally, Patric sought Enc. “Your little brother is quite 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? Will I get my

there was no reply Enc had been silent for so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had vanished for good.

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

What’s the second

multiple personalities were no big deal

a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan

to come clean, because playing the gentle

wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously close to Patric’s

on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him You wouldn’t want

the knife closer nearly grazing Patric’s cheek this time. Man or woman, everyone

from Patric’s eyes, replaced

This wasn’t Greenfield. There was

place, lan must have