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."

obviously knew not to reveal himself;

cto pass messages. You can't access this duct,

gesture. He had been anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind. Both Dylan and lan had a way of

reassurance.

had other breakthroughs tonight. He found a few of his own people; sweren't lucky enough

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

had all braced for the worst

security systems meant that even in death, they wouldn't

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

but found no trace of Dylan. However, he

suite had two rooms, occupied by Philip

awake, standing before a glass

day, he had kept his hands off the business, so Phil spent the

again.

always been proud. Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone for fools, reveling in a

were mere pawns on

at this moment, in front

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

of the mentor's aid flashed across his mind, but on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she was using

own goals.

the Herrington family - it was her revenge for an old slight from a member of the Herrington

the real

Cynthia, who indeed vanished

fulfill her purposes. Like now, she gave him the position of chairman

would benefit too, having a trusted person

who was motionless for long, from the wall, was about to leave when

it against the