Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

In another room, lan was fumbling his way into an air duct entrance.

He had been searching around and no matter how hard he looked, there only seemed to be three hatches.

The woman had been watching him all day, so he couldn't get into the ducts in the daylight. Now, threading his way through each

section again, lan finally located Walter.

Beneath his feet was Walter's room, who seemingly had blended in with the ground-level staff.

The ground-level staff was the easiest to impersonate, all wrapped up in their bulky protective gear.

Walter had already shed his suit. lan knocked from above. There were no exits here, just a few cracks for ventilation, but Walter

could hear him.

Walter looked up, his eyes pinpointing the sound's origin.

lan asked, "Where's Dylan?"

Had Walter's heart not been sturdy, he might've thought he was seeing ghosts. He had scouted the area while posing as one of the

staff, finding no chance to slip away.

Getting exposed would be dangerous; the tactics employed here against people were numerous. But lan appearing here, how did

he manage that?

"No clue. We were shipped to different places. Wait, how did you get up there? Are you hacking the system or something?"

lan committed Walter's room location to memory and warned him.

"Don't blow your cover."

to reveal himself; a hundred lives wouldn't suffice if

pass messages. You can't access this duct, but I'll coordinate with

gesture. He had been anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind.

reassurance.

found a few of his

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

all braced for the worst before

to pass through various security systems meant that even in death, they wouldn't raise

to infiltrating the place. But these individuals were trained professionals; betrayal wasn't in their

searched everywhere but found no trace of Dylan. However, he did

suite had two rooms,

Philip was wide awake, standing

by his mentor during the day, he had kept his hands off the business, so

again.

played everyone

elites were mere pawns

but at this moment, in front of the glass cabinet,

if everything he had was traded for using Phil's body. And Phil was his twin, his only family in this

flashed across his mind, but on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she

own goals.

when they infiltrated the Herrington family - it was her revenge for an old slight

real heir with

who indeed

using them to fulfill her purposes. Like now, she gave him

too, having

was motionless for long, from the wall, was about

against