Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Bernard's job was shrouded in secrecy, a common trait among those of his particular profession. When he reached his destination,

he rapped on the door with a sense of urgency.

Bernard, dressed in casual wear, answered the door with a welcoming smile at the sight of lan.

"So, you've retrieved the base intel? The higher-ups have been considering a reward for you—a privilege. What's on your wish list?"

A privilege?

lan had everything that cwith his position. A smirk played at the corner of his lips. "So, I can ask for anything?"

"Absolutely. The intel is crucial. Even those penny pinchers have to cough up ssort of bounty."

"Then let's book the Grand Hall for a wedding. Maja and I are going to tie the knot there."

Bernard, who had been pouring tea, froze, his brows knitting together in surprise. The Grand Hall was typically reserved for elite

assemblies and was never open to the public, let alone for wedding ceremonies.

If lan pulled this off, he'd be setting a precedent.

Bernard chuckled. "Here I was, thinking you'd ask for something to pad your retirement fund."

"The kid's not even born yet. Maja and I can wait. But if we could do it there, it would be quite the event. She'd love it."

The Grand Hall was a relic from a past era, once a place where emperors convened. Its ancient charm would make for an exquisite

wedding venue.

be a problem. You

But is this

in North America. You know the fight clubs there are your turf. You're

and bring him to me. We've got

was the one who had taken Patric in

the old timers say what they're gonna

lan didn't want him

mentioned a

chair, rubbing his temples. Ever since he arrived, an itching sensation

coaxing

not feeling

shook his head, "Just

up. I've got nothing more for you

"Alright."

stood and walked out, lan had the urge to claw at his own skin, to rid himself of the

way, that Dr. Sarah you mentioned,

research facility, probably knows a thing or

heads-up. She's about to head back to North America, currently overseeing Mr. Sanders's

around in

wary of getting involved with the

and ensuring she

in the car, his driver Jeff noticed lan's pallor and furrowed his

restless. Maybe get

proper rest, his health would

to reply, but the overwhelming sensation surged again, demanding all