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.

and Philip had barely met formally before, hardly knowing each other.

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woman Philip was holding

her into the base earlier, and now she was here with her wrist in his grip. Her protective suit had been torn

researchers, and her

expression darkened, followed by a

he denied it,

close, imprisoning her in his

but even the mannerisms, so similar. What a surprise.

resemblance had to be intentional. But who would craft a

Maja?

tried to break

"Who are you?"

had never met the man in

about to speak, a bullet whizzed past his ear toward 00. The shot hit her shoulder. She looked toward the source

Phil with a gun in

clothes were disheveled, clearly having rushed to the scene. He made

doing? Who ordered you

"Philip, I saw her."

something. A dagger, perhaps, or a vial

around the central hall, if she was holding one, she surely intended to

loyalty was to Philip above all. If this woman was a threat

throat at any moment. Because his animosity towards Maja left her

not been torn, she might have maintained her disguise

in his eyes, grasped

Summer around? Phil, take her to Summer.

cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

the spitting

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

was curious and he