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."

had his cover blown with Philip. A guy like Philip, always on high alert, would've known

about the infiltration.

lan hadn't anticipated Philip would be mad enough

of the question. As lan was about to ask something, Philip's voice boomed through the

"Gotcha."

voice. Philip's lips curled into an excited

lan and his group were broadcasted on

the central

the screen. The cameras here were all

he

sounded again at this very

call off the test

it."

foolishly, "Philip, this seems

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

just then, the

turned to Sarah, his voice steady, "We can't take on all these researchers. Even a battle of attrition would break us. Let's

the explosives."

voice raspy, "Using explosives could trigger a quake. We

chance. If we don't,

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

attack them

was no telling what the desperate crowd

them off. If an earthquake did hit, the doors

attackers converged on them from all directions,

was sent flying with a punch. It was Number