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."

knew not to reveal

access this duct, but I'll

but seeing lan eased his

reassurance.

few of his own

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

for

systems meant that even in death, they wouldn't

infiltrating the place. But these individuals were

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

rooms, occupied by Philip

awake, standing before

he had kept his hands

again.

Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone for fools, reveling in a sense of unspeakable satisfaction

these elites were mere

this moment, in front of the glass cabinet, he felt

as if 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

own goals.

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

the real heir

Cynthia, who indeed vanished under Philip's

purposes. Like now, she gave him the position of chairman in name, but if he truly

role, she would benefit too, having a trusted person in place after

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

it against