Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

They couldn't get Dylan out just yet. If he vanished from the glass tank now, the base would realize there was people coming in

from outside, and a thorough sweep would follow. That would spell disaster for lan and the others still inside; they'd all be exposed

and never stand a chance to escape.

lan's immediate task was to return to the vent, retrieve the dozen or so canisters of compressed gas he'd tossed out, and put them

back in place. Through that way he could clear himself of any suspicion.

"Walter, head back to your post."

Walter's mouth twitched, "And what about him?" He was pointing at Dylan.

lan massaged his temples, "He's still breathing, not dead yet. If we pull him out now, we're as good as dead."

They were all clever, and wouldn't be unable to see clearly the gravity of the situation. Walter quickly made his exit, and lan

returned to the core research lab.

The lab was untouched, but Sarah, who should've been conducting experiments there, was nowhere to be found.

lan didn't dwell on her absence. He hurried back to his room, crawled through the air ducts, retrieved all the canisters, and

managed to sneak them back into the lab without anyone noticing.

Sarah, on the other hand, had already left her lab in the middle of the commotion outside, standing amidst the chaos.

She caught sight of Philip making his way through the turmoil. He grabbed a woman in the fray.

Sarah's pupils contracted sharply as she recognized the woman's face. Pushing past the frantic researchers blocking her path, she

strode toward Philip's location.

had barely met formally before, hardly knowing each other. Yet she harbored a deep-seated aversion to

his face for the first time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on

was holding

base earlier, and now she was here with her

crazed researchers, and

expression darkened, followed by a

his thought, he denied it, "No, it can't be

pulled her close, imprisoning her in his

face, but even the mannerisms, so similar. What

resemblance had to be intentional. But who would craft

Maja?

break free,

"Who are you?"

of Philip by file, but had never met the man in person. Philip raised an eyebrow, and

bullet whizzed past his ear toward 00. The shot hit her shoulder. She looked toward the

with a gun

clearly having rushed to the scene. He made to pull the trigger again but saw Philip shielding

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"Philip, I saw her."

A dagger,

the central hall, if she was

If this woman was a threat to Philip, he would eliminate

ready to slit Philip's throat at any moment. Because his animosity towards Maja left

to hide. Had her protective suit not been torn, she might have

a gentle smirk in

around? Phil, take her to

cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

the spitting

had kept Cynthia locked away for years, never letting anyone near. Wasn't he curious what

he