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.

before realizing she was outmatched and

to throw these people into disarray and serve as a

suspect that her boss was also

a woman standing not too far away. The woman looked like she had

a few steps, frozen in

and he immediately spotted Sarah, her eyes brimming with tears. He hadn't spoken

have loathed him to cast a dissenting vote against

now? Was she

quickly masked his expression and walked slowly to where

Philip. I've only heard of you before, but it's true what they say - knowing a person by repute is not as good

him in the flesh."

reluctantly looked up, but she chose not to shake hands with the

her, instead taking a step

quickly, as if fleeing, heading

waiting, the vial he had retrieved from the

"Bang!"

and Sarah strode in, her face ashen - not lost in her research as usual, but heading straight for

corridor.

eyebrow and followed at a leisurely pace. At the end of the two hundred meter corridor was Sarah's

ajar, retching sounds emanating from

a shattered mirror. After

droplets. She was no

vigor were still visible.

gasped for air, her hands gripping the

"Doctor, are you alright?"

looked up, her eyes meeting his. lan

as the released animals continued to rampage, with professionals

manage the situation.