I Want a Divorce by Abigail Quinn

Chapter 513 You Won’t Die With Me Around

Sean’s basic information was available online, but it was kept highly confidential, indicating his desire to conceal the fact that he had damaged one of his teeth during his childhood due to excessive candy consumption.

After Vincent was convinced, he watched coldly as Sean was pulled towards the private underground entertainment arena along with the cage designed for gladiatorial combat.

“It doesn’t matter whether that woman lives or dies. She’s seriously injured, and if she’s thrown into the entertainment arena, she’ll die from infection within a couple of days. But Sean must die,” Vincent announced as he and the man continued to walk towards the audience area while he vented his frustrations.

“Without him, my daughter will eventually marry into the Davidson Family. When the time. comes, we’ll bring in the son-in-law, and his parents’ influence will work in our favor. We can launder over 100 billion funds through film production,” Vincent said, grinding his teeth in

anger.

“It’s all his fault!”

“I’ve prepared a fun game for him,” the man said with a smile.

Vincent was seething with anger, but he was excited about the upcoming game.

In this entertainment arena, the most exciting and thrilling aspect was the gladiatorial

combat.

In this setting, people could become beasts.

Similar to the cybernetic underground entertainment arena, the initial arrival of thrill- seeking guests was met with cheers.

Luna was lowered from the ropes, and her mind had been severely tormented, pushing her to the brink of a breakdown.

She huddled in the arena, her eyes vigilant as she looked around.

The deafening cheers and the jubilant atmosphere both terrified and overwhelmed her. keeping her on edge.

Just then, the center of the arena began to shake and slowly opened.

A cage covered in black fabric began to rise.

Luna was in a state of utter panic.

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and picked up the chains placed next to the cage before moving

as they shackled her to

was in began

she was

cage.

race the rotating floor, preventing the iron

she was certain that once she got closer, the scent of blood on her b*dy would undoubtedly attract

ran while

clever; she

cheers

the ground rotated faster and faster, the arena was filled with various

and her legs gave out

she struggled to

wearing a specially designed helmet. Around him, there were constant sounds of

the cage, he

impacts were fake, and perhaps even

held a gun in his

was the true

and his a*sociates thought he would panic and shoot

would mean his

it would cost Vincent dearly later

but couldn’t discern which

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exhausted, and she collided

her against the cage’s side again and

hand. touched the sticky flesh and blood, he hadn’t even said a word when Luna,

other hand and said in a deep voice, “I’m Sean,

he handed the gun to

utterly