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.

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

itself.

marked on the map had been scouted, and the

who'd given him the map was certainly an insider at the research

this person

to the research facility, it was clear

like the research facility, everyone's

night on Forbidden Island indicated that its master had wanted both

have

of Forbidden Island, knowledge not

and means

what's our

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

to infiltrate it.

would be a

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

"Let's head back."

freedom; they could leave just as easily as they had entered that

daily, extolling the center's

of the Nobel

population ballooned, drawing in

behind it all wasn't worried about a population crisis, so there was no need for something as foolish

the hotel, 00

"Sir."

head to the welfare center. With your

"Understood."

stoic as he dismissed

won't cout. No one knows what it's really like

regret?"