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.

had covered his tracks expertly. After all these years, no one had uncovered the

itself.

on the map had been scouted, and the map

given him the map was certainly an insider at the research facility, and held no low-ranking

person

the research facility,

place like the research facility, everyone's

on Forbidden Island indicated that its master had wanted

have connections

The map-giver knew every nook of Forbidden Island, knowledge

and means

our move

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

to infiltrate it.

would be a

the people bustle

"Let's head back."

welfare center was a place of freedom; they could leave just as easily as they had entered

of the inhabitants ventured out daily, extolling the center's virtues to anyone

the Nobel

welfare center's population ballooned,

crisis, so there

at the hotel, 00 was already

"Sir."

your skills, you'll

"Understood."

dismissed the others to speak with

in, there's an 80 percent chance you won't cout. No one

regret?"