Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with sstrangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in

since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating

through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful

eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and becso obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

Philip looked up at him.

confrontation

nwas Summer, and he was connected

organization, he and Summer were the

Island, and for years he had been supplying the research facility with subjects for

of influence

entangled with the research facility, there was no need

that Quentin would be the first

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

his face a picture of

a full day of torture, died, and his body was

Summer said, unfazed by the fate of the young man he had

raised an eyebrow in understanding,

might have gone easy on him,

one to show mercy to

had once shown weakness for one person—Cynthia,

his leniency and thus deserved her fate

Human

shrouding the research facility. He knew they were

remained unclear

freely, and individual

highest echelons.

set down his teacup, "This tI failed because of

was talented and

suddenly sided

nature was indeed

here

want to confirm if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated with a smile, his gaze unwaveringly

had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts

Forbidden Island was Summer's domain, the only place she could have been

now, was Cynthia dead