Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Tossing the dagger into a nearby trash bin, he shoved the captive towards Phil.

"Ask the professor where Summer is at."

How could that sicko who held people captive ever really let go of a woman who looked so much like Cynthia's daughter?

A dark, twisted part of Philip's mind began to stir, almost as if this woman's humiliation at Summer's hands was akin to Maja's. It

wasn't likely that Cynthia, after years of imprisonment, could remain untouched, right?

The thought of both mother and daughter being violated by the sman was quite the script. The mere thought brought a softer

smile to Philip's eyes.

00 had received professional training, but her skills were only good enough to mimic Maja; she wasn't a match for a hypocrite like

Philip.

Now with her hands bound, she could hardly move.

"Let go of me!"

"I might, but first tell me, where's lan, and what's he after?"

Could it be that lan had actually followed her in? But why would he bring along a decoy? It was too risky, too exposing. Or was it

that lan sent this woman ahead to scout things out, essentially as cannon fodder?

Philip ruled out the possibility of lan being at the research base. Bringing along a decoy with mediocre skills was just nonsensical.

realizing she was outmatched and stopped resisting. She knew exactly why

- to throw these people into disarray and serve

like now, Philip wouldn't suspect that her boss was also

she noticed a woman standing not too far

few steps, frozen

he immediately spotted Sarah, her eyes brimming with tears. He

she must have loathed him to cast a dissenting vote against

was Sarah doing now? Was she crying?

his expression and walked slowly

I'm Philip. I've only heard of you before, but it's true what they say - knowing a person by repute

him in the flesh."

seconds before she reluctantly looked up, but she chose not to shake hands

taking a step

quickly, as if fleeing, heading

vial he had retrieved from the air duct perfectly

"Bang!"

swung open, and Sarah strode in, her face ashen - not lost in her research as

corridor.

at a leisurely pace. At the end of the two hundred meter corridor was

retching

the sound of a

face wet with water droplets. She was no longer young, but the remnants

vigor were still visible.

for air, her hands gripping the

"Doctor, are you alright?"

looked up, her eyes meeting his.

the released animals continued to rampage, with

manage the situation.