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."

with Philip. A guy like Philip, always on high

about the infiltration.

enough to want to destroy everything here. Mad and

of the question. As lan

"Gotcha."

curled into an excited smile as he watched

lan and his group were broadcasted

the high-ups to monitor the central hall,

here were all hidden; there was no way

destroyed if he had

sounded again

people, and I'll call off the test subjects.

it."

foolishly, "Philip, this seems like

was like those survival games he used to play, where only a few could make it

and just then, the ground trembled

"We can't take on all these researchers. Even a battle of attrition would break us. Let's

the explosives."

her voice raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a

take a chance.

were numerous researchers in the base, and with their faces plastered on the big

attack them in

the desperate crowd might

the explosives, and set them off. If

made their way back, attackers converged on them from all

they were about to enter the core lab, Walter was sent flying with a punch. It was Number