Go After My Ex-wife

Santiago rolled his eyes, "Deanna can live her own life. She's 19 years old. After this winter, she'll be 20."

"My mother used to tell me that a man would grow his backbone after turning 20 so that he can support himself. A girl would have developed a strong heart at 20 just so she can live with her partner." "You're her brother, but you don't even know her. How would you know what she wants?"

"Everyone is different. You can't trap her in your own bubble."

"If Deanna is willing to abandon everything and follow someone to the ends of the earth for them, I think whatever you're doing is just a waste of time."

"She's not your sister, so of course you'd say that," Zorion turned around and looked at Rossie in the car. He was still worried about her and was getting anxious.

After turning back, he heaved a sigh "Come on, let's fight. If I win, I'll bring Deanna home with me. If I lose, I'll walk away willingly."

The reason why Zorion was so confident was because he had never once lost to Santiago. On the other hand, Santiago always lost to other people when it came to a proper fist fight.

Santiago laughed, "Since you agreed to it, let's begin."

He then took two steps back and waited for Zorion to begin.

Zorion wasn't wearing much today as he only had a black suit on. Raising his hand, he unbuttoned his suit and approached Santiago. After exchanging brief glances, Santiago threw a punch at Zorion. Zorion dodged nimbly and fought back.

Raeleigh was promptly shocked and squealed, "Santiago, look out!"

"I got it."

Santiago smiled as Zorion looked at Raeleigh. His eyes fell on Santiago's face, sheer anger and frustration welling up in his gaze.

"Does your brother know?" Zorion asked while fighting. Santiago laughed, "You don't know me at all. My brother doesn't have any hold on me."

"Even so, you can't..."

"Never mind me. Don't forget, you're the same."

...

Santiago and Zorion talked as they fought. They were moving so aggressively that Raeleigh couldn't tell what they were talking about, but she was so worried that she clutched Santiago's jacket tightly with both of her hands.

A moment later, Scarlette and Hadrian stepped out of the villa. Scarlette stood next to Raeleigh and shrugged, "Mr. Jepherson is the best at fighting since he can always gain the upper hand. Mr. Atkinson had trained with him ever since he was a child, and became the only one who could spar with him later on. Speaking of which, Mr. Atkinson is also very powerful. Sometimes he is able to beat up Mr. Jepherson with a single move. He'd often tell Mr. Jepherson not to lower his guard, or it'll be an easy loss."

"Although Mr. Santiago is strong as well, he is no match for Mr. Jepherson in a fight. As for Mr. Atkinson..."

Scarlette shook her head. There was no hope.

Raeleigh turned around and looked at Scarlette, asking, "How are you able to boost someone else's morale yet belittle the person you're working for?"

"I am not trying to boost anyone's morale or diminish hope for anyone. I'm just trying to prove that you, Raeleigh, have grown increasingly partial to Mr. Santiago recently. You used to complain about Mr. Santiago and clearly didn't like him, but now you're always worried about him."

Upon hearing this, her heart ached. Although there was something going on with Jepherson, she really did feel uncomfortable when she saw him sitting on the sofa last night.

"I'm just worried about him," Raeleigh said as she took a step forward. Zorion had just threw a kick at Santiago and she wanted to help him.

"Don't come near me," Santiago nTristany lost his balance as he stumbled back. Raeleigh's tears were welling up in her eyes and she was very worried.

Noticing that she was about to step forward, Santiago stopped her immediately.

"He is worried about you. Don't go."

Scarlette pulled Raeleigh aside and away from the fight.

It was only then that Santiago heaved a sigh of relief. He smiled, "Again."

"You are no match for me, but you are much younger than me. Your bones haven't fully developed yet, so it's best for you to bring Deanna out."

"That's what you think. Let's go again."

Santiago then leaped into the air and shot his leg out into a deadly kick. Zorion blocked his attack and suddenly stepped back in the spur of the moment. He stopped attacking Santiago and just observed his moves carefully.

"Where did you learn that?"

Santiago didn't give Zorion time to think and kept attacking. Zorion started struggling with the onset of relentless attacks. On top of that, he hadn't gotten any proper rest recently and was weaker than usual. With that, Santiago found an opportunity to land a series of kicks on him. Zorion stepped back and nTristany fell down. Fortunately, someone supported him.

Santiago stopped in his tracks, "Don't underestimate me. I don't enjoy fighting you. Both of us will just end up getting hurt."

Zorion turned pale and his dark eyes moved about as he looked at Santiago, asking, "Have you been secretly training all these years?"

"I'm not hiding anything. I just grew up. When I was a child, I couldn't beat you, but I've been abroad for the past few years. I never stopped training even then."

Zorion was amused.

"Even if I lose, I will take Deanna away. I can't let her stay here. You should know that even though she's young, she is very different from you. She hasn't grown up yet." "She has grown up. You've just been holding her back. Stop being so selfish."

Zorion felt bitter in his chest. Slowly, he lifted his hand and tried to slow his breathing down. Santiago had kicked him right in the chest, so he was finding it difficult to breathe smoothly.

All this, in three years. He was impressed.

Santiago sighed and tried to convince Zorion, "I remember back then when Deanna went missing and was abducted. You were so worried that she would never return. You protected her, thinking that you could simply keep her at home and lock her up."

"But that's wrong. Deanna isn't a kitten or a puppy. If you do this, you'll only push her further away from you, and sooner or later, she will leave you."

"Enough, stop talking," Zorion recalled the time when he felt as though his heart had been pierced by thousands of needles. He was in so much pain that he wanted to die. He always thought that it was his fault for not taking good care of his sister. If he had done a good job, Deanna wouldn't have gone missing and be in danger.

He couldn't live through that again. No matter what, he wouldn't let anything happen to Deanna.

"You've lost, so leave. She is safe here, and you have a job to do. I will keep her safe."

Santiago stood there, his will unwavering. Even if Zorion had won, he wouldn't give Deanna up.

Raeleigh hurried over and placed the coat on Santiago.

Looking back at Raeleigh, Santiago said, "Don't come near me when I'm in a fight. Protecting you is the biggest form of encouragement for me. I don't want you to get hurt while I'm fighting."

"I don't have eyes on my feet and fists. What if I hurt you by accident?"

Raeleigh froze for a moment. Although she didn't say anything, she felt quite jealous of Deanna.

"Don't cry, even if I die. I don't want to see you shed a single tear."

"Your tears are the most precious thing to me in the world. Don't let it flow so easily!"

Raeleigh bit her lip and moved her hands away from Santiago. She breathed heavily and could only utter a single sentence, "Be careful."

With that, she stepped back and felt uneasy for some reason.