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

nwas Summer, and he

organization, he and Summer were the only two

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

of

were entangled with the research facility, there was

have thought that Quentin would be the first to break

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

his face a

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

fate

raised an eyebrow

you might have

not one

he had once shown weakness

deserved her

is preordained. Human efforts are in

shrouding the research facility. He knew they were insiders,

unclear

all, in that place, no one shared information freely, and individual records were kept confidential, accessible

highest echelons.

set down his teacup, "This tI failed because of Quentin. I regret his

talented and

why he suddenly sided with Maja,

nature was

brings you here today?" Summer

to confirm if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated

had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts on

only place she

Cynthia