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.

direct confrontation with Quentin because of this

nwas Summer, and he was connected to the research

BK organization, he and Summer were the only two

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

of influence within

of them were entangled with the research facility, there was no need for

that Quentin would be

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

asked, his face a

day of torture, died, and his body was dumped outside. Whether the bombs destroyed

luck," Summer said, unfazed by the fate of the young

an eyebrow

might have gone easy on him,

not one

seat, silent. He knew he had once shown weakness for one person—Cynthia,

thus deserved her fate as a

preordained. Human efforts are in

brothers, aware of the secrecy shrouding the research

unclear to

place, no one shared information freely, and individual records were kept confidential, accessible only to

highest echelons.

down his teacup, "This tI failed

talented and as

he suddenly sided with Maja, as if

nature was indeed

brings you here

if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated with a smile, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on

explosion, he had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts on Forbidden

the only place she could have been hidden all these

now, was Cynthia dead or