Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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

“Do you think I don’t want him to speak? He’s been courting death over and over, now barely clinging to life. He only reacts when Maja’s around” flickering at the mention of her name

to jab at fans sore spot

said his lashes

the confines of that facility lan, you

is a part of strength, lan retorted, his tone colder

from lan. But now knowing who his enemies

either let Eric come forward or make an effort to assimilate those

ngage in a

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 bullet in him. Nothing seemed beyond (ans

this seventh floor

his willingness to cooperate, nodded at Nydia

touch anything, and

his hands, even

Nydia

a nearby chair, lan made to

covert trip 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 in her strength, as she should have in you isn’t that

overlooking

words struck a chord with

had at his disposal to solve problems, somehow forgetting that Maja, too was growing stronge but her rate of growth was astonishing Never one to give up in adversity, her resilience