Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

The young man watched her with a mix of curiosity and amusement, "Sarah seems to have a beef with Philip? That's Isaac's

golden boy."

Sarah continued to fiddle with the test tube in her hand, her tone indifferent and devoid of emotion.

"Just don't see eye to eye; that's all."

The seven executives didn't say a word, fully aware of her quirky temperament.

lan stood right in front of her, able to see the contents on the screen clearly. The conference room where the executives usually

convened didn't seem to be in this area; the decor was entirely different.

What puzzled him was the background of the room where these people were gathered - it felt oddly familiar. But for the life of him,

he couldn't place where he'd seen it before.

He was certain it wasn't part of the research base's interior.

A frown creased his brow, and his eyelashes fluttered with intense thought. Perhaps these individuals were indeed not in this area,

not even in Cania.

Since no one knew the identities of the seven executives, they could very well be high-ranking officials from other countries, hence

the need to conceal their faces. It was also possible they didn't know each other's identities, operating on a need-to-know basis.

alone - too conspicuous. Sᴇaʀᴄh

conference underway in North America, attended by numerous international

moment. The only one who dared to

held no significant position back home, which explained

again, Sarah had ended the conference call and returned to her

realizing they had all been misled into thinking the base's executives

possibly a secluded

these individuals rarely, if ever, visited the research base.

for them to trek all the

use Chamber 8's weapon to create the chaos

location.

that he had a lead on where they might be, his plans had

Those people were in North America, and with the international leaders’ conference spanning

be visiting

to deliver meds to

tticked by, in a part of the research base, Philip gazed at the badge before him.

that this time, the position was his for the

sat

copying Philip's every

Phil held a glass of wine, nonchalantly bringing it to his nose to sniff. But Philip knew better;

flavors, simply gulping it down like

were a connoisseur - all

a robot devoid

"Phil, cut it out