Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The shadowy philanthropist behind the scenes had indeed provided sanctuary for so many refugees that no one harbored any

doubts.

Besides, those who claimed they'd been taken to work on Wall Street were indeed intermittently sending dollars back home,

adding a veneer of truth to the tale.

lan squinted down at the smoggy, dismal environment below.

It was unbearable for him, but for those who'd lived in squalor, this place was a slice of heaven.

At the heart of it all, they'd even erected a statue of the great benefactor. It was said that people flocked there daily to pay

homage.

lan had gotten the lay of the land and, as dusk fell, made another round through the settlement.

Despite the semblance of freedom, surveillance cameras lurked in every corner, and patrols roamed the area.

Many hadn't retired for the night, chatting on the park benches, buzzing about the latest illness.

The people here had long suffered from disease, with a woefully inadequate healthcare system. Each outbreak claimed many lives.

Their fear was palpable as they spoke of the disease, their bodies trembling with dread.

lan regrouped with his team, and the news they'd gathered was consistent.

If there were no surprises, those who'd been taken to work on Wall Street were actually being taken to a research facility.

The facility had its standards for human subjects used in experiments; they were looking for individuals with specific talents or high

intelligence.

After all these years, no one had uncovered the truth, a feat

itself.

on the map had been scouted, and

an insider at the research facility, and held no

would this person know

Forbidden Island also supplied talent to the research facility, it was clear that it belonged to someone

research facility, everyone's identity

that its master had wanted both him and Maja dead,

to have connections

The map-giver knew every nook of Forbidden

means of external

our move

investigated, and the research facility's location was marked on the map, but there

to infiltrate it.

would be a fool's

nearby wall, watching the people bustle by, a sly smile

"Let's head back."

place of freedom; they could leave

center's virtues to anyone who would listen, proclaiming

deserving of the Nobel Peace

the welfare center's population ballooned, drawing in people from every

wasn't worried about a population crisis, so

00 was already

"Sir."

With your skills, you'll be chosen

"Understood."

he dismissed the others to speak with 00

in, there's an 80 percent chance you won't cout.

regret?"