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?

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

presence

seventh level of the underground fighting pit, lan said

North America, he knew of this fighting pit. But he hadn’t expected

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

long that

attention returned to lan, but lans next

What’s the second one called?”

tone was casual, as if multiple personalities were no big deal

expression grew senious. He remembered lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan had overheard something about

because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating Patric’s

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

an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. “Push a little harder, lan, and your brother

Patric’s cheek this time.

from Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep,

glanced around This wasn’t Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help him here.

to this place, lan must have paid