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."

reveal himself;

can't access this

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

reassurance.

He found a few of his own people; sweren't lucky enough to maintain their

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

had all braced for

to pass through various security systems meant that

confessed to infiltrating the place. But these individuals

but found no trace of Dylan. However, he

rooms, occupied by

awake, standing before a glass cabinet, lost

being warned by his mentor during the day, he had kept his hands off the business, so Phil spent

again.

he'd played everyone for fools, reveling

all these elites were mere pawns

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

was as if everything he had was traded for using Phil's body.

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

own goals.

revenge for an old

the real

Cynthia, who

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

benefit too, having a trusted person in place after

the wall, was about to leave when Philip suddenly raised his

against the glass