Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

Dylan froze in place, certain images flashing through his mind. His cheeks flushed with an unnatural tint as he awkwardly pushed

her away.

Clearing his throat, he realized he wasn't alone; a few pairs of eyes were fixed on him amidst the surrounding clamor.

"What's the deal now?"

Walter, seeing the girl's charming looks and impressive moves - not to mention her forwardness - felt a twinge of envy.

"Dylan, buddy, you've got sluck. You take a nap and wake up to find we're about to wrap this up."

Dylan rubbed his temples, about to speak, when the girl's hand slowly snaked around his back, locking him in place.

He stiffened, sidestepping away, but she mirrored his every move. His head pounded with a dull ache. Ignoring her for the

moment, he turned to lan.

"What's our play now?"

lan's gaze drifted to Sarah, who had been daydreaming since she first saw Dylan. She snapped back to reality.

"The chaos is probably Philip's doing. He must've figured out we infiltrated the place. This whole stunt is likely just to flush you out.

We can't get that badge off him now; he's gone into hiding, probably bunkered down in the control room - the most fortified part of

the entire compound. If he doesn't open the door willingly, there's no way to breach it from the outside. He's watching the whole

show from there, hoping those test subjects will take us out. And if they don't, he's got the whole pharmacy at his disposal."

blown with Philip. A guy like Philip, always on high alert,

about the infiltration.

would be mad enough to want to destroy everything here. Mad

As lan was about

"Gotcha."

in that voice. Philip's lips curled into an excited smile as he watched the screens in

of lan and his group were broadcasted

to monitor the central hall, now showed

looked up, and swept a glance at the screen. The cameras here were

destroyed if he had

again

seek. Kill these people, and I'll call

it."

chuckling foolishly,

survival games he used to play, where only a few could make it out alive. Instantly, lan

and just then, the

"We can't take on all these researchers.

the explosives."

ceiling, her voice raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a quake. We might not be lucky enough

take a chance. If we

faces plastered on the big screen, the panicked crowd would

attack them

desperate crowd might use. The best plan was to

them off. If an earthquake did hit, the

made their way back, attackers converged on them from all

just as they were about to enter the core lab, Walter was sent flying with a punch. It was Number 8, who, like