Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

On the other side of the private airfield, Philip trailed behind the enigmatic man until they entered a nondescript room adorned

with an array of masks. One, in particular, was familiar; it was often worn by the higher-ups, confirming Philip's suspicions. This

man was either a member of the elite or one of their operatives.

If Maja had been there, she'd have recognized him as the man who, back in Cania, had tried to whisk her away under the guise of

lan. That attempt had been foiled by a timely call from lan himself. Although her luggage was taken, she hadn't mentioned the

incident to lan.

Now, the room's dim lighting made the man before him look even more like lan. While there were only faint resemblances between

lan and Patric, this man was almost an exact replica.

Philip watched as he approached a machine, inputting a complex code. A distorted voice emerged from the device.

"Did you find them?"

"Yes, I'll bring them over tonight."

"What about Summer?"

"Summer's legs are broken, utterly defeated. Useless to us, so I took care of her."

The man spoke with chilling nonchalance, not bothering to shield Philip from the conversation.

After a brief silence, the voice inquired, "And Patric? He and Cynthia are the prsubjects; they must be retrieved together."

"Patric has vanished. No leads so far."

"Then focus on bringing Philip back."

"Understood."

man's fingertips danced across the machine for a moment before it powered down, its self-destruct

upon detecting an intruder's touch, taking a life with

a crooked smile formed on

more valuable than Summer. Let's go, board the plane to where we're meant to

further,

he'd always

the familiarity of the city below furrowed Philip's brow. He'd left many traces here

Philip, it was

the research facility's top

in Greenfield could it

echelons of Greenfield, things would get interesting. Windhelm had long

the facility. If this scandal broke out, it

landing, Philip was

cto a halt outside a suburban mansion, and Philip's heart skipped a beat. They had entered

around the clock by

check ensued; a glance over them, an inspection of the car's undercarriage and

resumed its journey, Philip overheard someone

hasn't been here

car's dim interior light accentuated the

thin line. If he recalled correctly, the gatekeeper used to be under

clearance for

was brazenly impersonating

The old men have

lips curled into a smile that echoed lan's demeanor.

rolled up, his smile vanished, and he leaned back in his

Aren't you

slip-up during a

with this side completely, never reaching out to

quite fond

man raised an eyebrow with a light

Philip's expression shifted, a hint of intrigue sparking within

interesting. After all, it was Bernard who had once allowed lan to free Patric. And

his thoughts, the man

he was an independent personality when, in