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."

not to reveal himself; a hundred lives

can't access this duct,

an “OK” gesture. He had been anxious, but seeing lan eased his mind. Both Dylan and lan had a

reassurance.

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

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

all braced for the worst

pass through various security systems meant that even in

individuals were trained professionals;

but found no trace of Dylan. However,

two rooms, occupied

2 AM, but Philip was wide awake, standing before a glass cabinet, lost

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

again.

been proud. Back in Greenfield, he'd played everyone

these elites were mere

in front of

Phil's

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

own goals.

her revenge for an old

the real heir

for Cynthia, who indeed vanished under

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

too, having a

long, from the wall, was about to leave

it against the glass