Female Novel
Chapter 1313
Ian 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.
"Ian," she called out, a smirk playing at the corner of her lips.
With a nod, Ian signaled her to take care of the unconscious man slung over his shoulder.
Nydia's gaze drifted to the man's face, noting the resemblance to Ian, 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 Ian's proposition of a deal. Now here he
was, a captive audience in the bowels of a fight club.
"Throw some water on him," Ian 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.
"Ian, what's this all about?"
Ian lounged in a sleek black chair, exuding authority. His suit, though out of place in the gritty
environment of the pit, clung to him perfectly, emphasizing his imposing presence.
"You're on the seventh level of the underground fighting pit," Ian said calmly, "in a no man's land."
Patric's eyebrow quirked up again. He had connections in North America; he knew of this fighting pit.
But he hadn't expected it to be Ian's. That was a surprise.
Trying to reach out mentally, Patric sought Eric. "Your little brother is 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 chance?"
But there was no reply. Eric had been silent for so long that Patric wondered if his alter ego had
vanished for good.
With Eric unreachable, Patric's attention returned to Ian, but Ian's next words stopped him cold.
"The first personality is Eric. What's the second one called?"
Ian's tone was casual, as if multiple personalities were no big deal to him.
Patric's expression grew serious. He remembered Ian's stint hiding in his villa, carrying on a secret
affair with Maja right under his nose. No doubt, Ian had overheard something about his split personality.
Deciding to come clean, because playing the gentle Eric was becoming nauseating, Patric's gaze
hardened.
Ian, unfazed, flicked his wrist, and the blade of his knife came dangerously close to Patric's throat.
Unintimidated, Patric simply raised an eyebrow, a mocking smile playing on his lips. "Push a little
harder, Ian, and your brother really will die. Maja owes him. You owe him. You wouldn't want to see him
dead, would you?"
At that, Ian moved the knife closer, nearly grazing Patric's cheek this time. Man or woman, everyone
cherished their face.
The lightness vanished from Patric's eyes, replaced by a deep, sinking gravity.
He glanced around. This wasn't Greenfield. There was no Bernard to help him here.
Bringing him to this place, Ian must have paid a significant price.
Patric shrugged. "So, what's all this about? Why bring me here?"
"You've been to the research facility. I need you to remember everything about it."
Patric laughed, genuinely amused, but stopped abruptly, worried Ian might mar his face.
"Why would I know anything about the research facility? If I did, why would I stay put in Greenfield and
not act? Why would I need to rely on those guys to drive Eric out of this body?"novelbin
As he finished, Patric's eyes scanned the room again. A strange sense of familiarity washed over him.
Despite his influence in North America, he had never been to this so-called fighting pit.
This place was a legal gray area; appearing here in any capacity could raise suspicions from other
nations.
"Ian, isn't there a hidden liquor cabinet around here? About a hundred meters to your left?"
Ian frowned. There had been a hidden liquor cabinet in that exact spot. But that was old news. The pit
had been renovated since then, and the cabinet had been moved.
How could Patric know about it, having never set foot in this place? And the seventh level was a secret,
accessible only to the management of the fighting pit and not even to Ian's personal guards.
How did Patric know about the cabinet?