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?

of place in the gritty

presence

underground fighting pit, lan

again. He had connections in North America, he knew of this fighting pit.

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

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

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

Eric What’s the second

casual, as if multiple personalities were

He remembered lan’s stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret affair with Maja night under his nose. No doubt, lan

the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating Patric’s gaze hardened

of his knife

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

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

lightness vanished from Patric’s eyes, replaced by a deep, sinking

Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help

must have paid a significant price