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.

wouldn't cto Astronia alone - too conspicuous. Sᴇaʀᴄh thᴇ (F)indNƟvᴇl.ɴet website on

conference underway in North America, attended by

in North America at this moment. The only one who dared to show his face, the young

them, likely held no significant position back home,

looked again, Sarah had ended

the reagent in his hand, realizing they had all been misled into

place, possibly a secluded and even well-guarded

the research base. They needed only the data, the

them to trek all the

8's weapon to create the chaos this evening as a means to

location.

that he had a lead on where they might be,

Those people were in North America, and with

be visiting the

due to deliver meds to Chamber 8 later on

tticked by, in a part of the research base, Philip gazed at

promised that this time, the position was

slowly as he turned to look at Phil, who sat quietly at his

he'd been copying

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

flavors, simply gulping it down like water. Yet, his

were a connoisseur - all mimicked from

like a robot devoid

"Phil, cut it out with the