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

can't access this duct,

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

reassurance.

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

becoming lab subjects, sacrificed.

braced for

meant that even in death,

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

no trace of Dylan. However, he did cacross

rooms, occupied by Philip and

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

he had kept his hands off

again.

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

were

at this moment, in front

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

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

own goals.

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

real heir with

who indeed vanished under Philip's

now, she gave him the position

benefit too, having a trusted

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

it against