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.

knowing each other. Yet she harbored a deep-seated

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

Philip was holding

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

crazed researchers, and

darkened, followed

finish his thought, he denied it, "No, it can't be Maja, but the likeness

her close, imprisoning her in his

even the mannerisms, so similar. What

coincidences. This resemblance had to be intentional. But

Maja?

to break free, her

"Who are you?"

man in person. Philip raised an

a bullet whizzed past his ear toward

a

He

doing? Who

"Philip, I saw her."

was in her pocket, obviously concealing something. A dagger, perhaps, or a vial of sdrugs. With hazardous

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

above all. If this woman was a

ready to slit Philip's throat

not been torn, she might have maintained her disguise

smirk in his

around? Phil,

approached cautiously,

"Tell him what?"

say she's the spitting image of

never letting anyone

and he saw her, what would