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.

expertly. After all these years,

itself.

had been

was certainly an insider at the research

person know

talent to the research facility, it

a place like the research facility,

Forbidden Island indicated that its master had

to have connections with

knew every nook of Forbidden Island, knowledge not gained by

secret passages and means of external communication suggested intimate

our

investigated, and the research facility's location was marked on the map, but there was no indication of

to infiltrate it.

direct assault would be

nearby wall, watching the people bustle by,

"Let's head back."

place of freedom; they could leave just as easily as they had entered

extolling the center's

the

praises, the welfare center's population ballooned, drawing

person behind it all wasn't worried about a population crisis, so there was no need

the hotel, 00 was already

"Sir."

welfare center. With your skills, you'll

"Understood."

stoic as he dismissed the others to speak with 00

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

regret?"