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.

formally before, hardly knowing each other. Yet she

she saw his face for the first time. Sᴇaʀ*ᴄh the FɪndNovᴇl.nᴇt website on Gøøglᴇ to access chapters of novels early and in the

was holding was

and now she was here with her wrist in his grip. Her protective suit

researchers, and her face bore

darkened, followed by

it, "No, it can't be Maja, but

her close, imprisoning

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

resemblance had to be intentional. But who would craft a double

Maja?

tried to break free,

"Who are you?"

never met the man in person.

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

Phil with a gun

clothes were disheveled, clearly having rushed to the scene. He made to pull the trigger again but

are you doing? Who ordered you to

"Philip, I saw her."

A dagger, perhaps, or a vial of sdrugs. With hazardous

she was holding one, she surely intended to kill

all. If this woman was a threat to Philip, he would

slit Philip's throat at any moment. Because his

Had her protective suit not been torn, she might have maintained

gentle smirk in his

Summer around? Phil, take her to

approached cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

the spitting image

Cynthia locked away for years, never letting anyone near.

he saw her, what would he do