Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 753

The other young chaps in the room hastily hit the road, so they didn't see it coming that they'd witness Ian throw punches.

Ian had always been a unique piece in this social circle. His frosty demeanor set him apart from everyone, and now he was in a scrap with Mr. Sanders.

Samuel and Tyler were gobsmacked. Samuel didn't expect Ian to throw hands, and Beck was also fighting back.

Tyler, at that point, was freaking out. He quickly looked at Samuel, "Samuel, what the hell are you gawking at? You pull Beck away, and I'll pull Ian!"

If this kept on going, the elders from the Raymond and Sanders families would have to step in.

And they were throwing down over a girl? Definitely was not a good look!

Samuel quickly grabbed Beck, Tyler bear-hugged Ian.

Ian got socked in the gut, his mouth hit a couple of times, and he was spitting blood.

Beck seemed alright, but he had some internal injuries. He didn't look as roughed up as Ian, just a swollen lip.

After being held back, Ian's gaze was still sharp as a tack on Beck.

Beck didn't back down, how dare he hit him?

In this world, only his brother and father had ever laid hands on him, who the hell did Ian think he was?

He grabbed a wine glass nearby and chucked it at Ian.

Ian brushed it aside with a cold look and angrily said, "I'll ask you again, did you touch her?"

"None of your business!"

Beck kept taunting, and then saw Ian grab a fruit knife from the table and throw it at him.

Ian was quick, the knife grazed past Beck's ear, even Samuel ducked away, looking at Ian in disbelief.

Beck touched his ear, it was bleeding.

Samuel clutched his chest, "Ian what the hell happened to you, are you trying to kill someone?"

Seeing things getting out of hand, Tyler quickly sneakily called Maja, "Maja, get to the VIP room at BlueSky Bar where I usually hang out, Ian and Beck are fighting, get here quick."

As soon as he let go, Ian walked towards Beck again, clearly not ready to back down.

Beck was also furious, pushed Samuel aside, and kicked the coffee table in front of him.

"Damn it, you think I'm scared of you? Ian, we're officially enemies!"

Ian grabbed his collar, his voice even colder, "You think I care?"