Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1210

Over here in North America.

It's eight o'clock in the evening.

Augus, dressed in a sleek black suit, sit in a private room of an underground combat pit.

Below, there's a wild crowd, deafening roars, and a flurry of dollar bills raining in the air.

Nestled in the lawless zone, this underground combat pit was a gold mine, its daily earnings unknown to all.

Despite the numerous elites in North America vying for a piece of this lucrative pie, only Ian succeeded.

The fight club spanned seven floors, each covering an area of over thirty thousand square feet, with each floor offering different thrills.

Countless elites flocked here, shedding their bourgeois skin to blend into this riotous cavalcade of the night.

Augus sat, hands folded on his abdomen, silently observing the chaos below.

The door to his room opened, and in saunters Nydia, alluring in a black slip dress.

"Mr. Sanders, I've heard much about you. Didn't expect you to grace us with your presence here."

She ordered the finest coffee, a sly smile playing on her lips, before slinking onto a chair across from Augus.

He didn't drink, his gaze fixed on the turmoil below.

This surprise visit by a big shot like Sanders had Nydia on her toes.

But as ten minutes ticked by without a word from Augus, who was seemingly engrossed in the brawl below, Nydia tried to maintain her composure, sipping her coffee leisurely.

Only when the dust settled and a victor emerged, Augus raised an eyebrow, thumb rubbing pensively against his signet ring.

"I'm here for a deal."

Nydia thought she misheard. Everyone knew the Sander family were the top dogs in North America. As the former patriarch, why would Augus need to strike a deal?

"Mr. Sanders, am I hearing things?"

After all, the Sander family had always had a strained relationship with the combat pit. Augus even once publicly derided God, calling him a mad dog.

Ian's bouts in the club were a secret. He always fought behind a mask. But Augus knew because he, too, had once stepped into the ring. Age and defeat left him without a victory.

When Augus called God a mad dog, he was essentially branding Ian. But only the club insiders knew God was Ian.

"I want to find my real daughter."

Nydia understood now. Judith probably wasn't Augus' biological child.

"Mr. Sanders, we're aware of your capabilities. You could easily handle this yourself. Why come to us?"

Augus pulled out a card, which Nydia recognized.

It represented one billion dollars in cash, accessible at any time.

Augus, not in the mood for further small talk, simply pushed the card towards her.

"This is just a deposit. I want my biological daughter back. The Sander family is vast, and the matter of my daughter's disappearance is complicated, involving a wide range of factions. I can't manage it all alone. Besides, I can't risk the search for my daughter becoming public knowledge, for fear it might put her in danger."

His voice was steady, and despite being in his fifties, his eyes were sharp.

He produced another card identical to the first one, with the same billion-dollar limit.

"I'll leave this card with Ian for safekeeping. If he can truly find my daughter, he should give her this card. I want her to live a decent life."