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.

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

itself.

the map had been

certainly an insider at the research facility, and held no low-ranking

person know about Forbidden

to the research facility, it was clear that it belonged to

research facility, everyone's identity

night on Forbidden Island indicated that its

have

map-giver knew every nook of Forbidden Island, knowledge not gained by a mere

secret passages and means of

what's our move

research facility's location was marked on

to infiltrate it.

direct assault would

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

"Let's head back."

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

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

the Nobel Peace

welfare center's population ballooned,

it all wasn't worried about a population crisis, so there was

the hotel, 00 was

"Sir."

With your skills, you'll be chosen for the research

"Understood."

he dismissed the others to speak with

cout. No one knows what it's really like inside. Is there

regret?"