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."

across the machine for a moment before

intruder's touch, taking

to Philip, a crooked smile formed on

valuable than Summer. Let's go, board the plane to where

further,

for Phil, he'd always

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

returning as Philip, it was a

facility's

in Greenfield could it

it was someone from the upper echelons of Greenfield, things would

the facility. If this scandal broke out, it would

landing, Philip was ushered into

cto a halt outside a suburban mansion, and Philip's

the clock by armed

a glance over them, an inspection of the car's undercarriage and trunk, and they

resumed its journey, Philip overheard

hasn't been

dim interior light accentuated the tense

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

clearance for

was brazenly impersonating

nfor yourself lately. The

into a smile that echoed lan's demeanor. "It's what

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

pretense. Aren't you afraid

during a conversation could

lan left the military, he's cut ties with this side completely, never reaching out

quite fond

raised an eyebrow with a

a hint of intrigue sparking within

it was Bernard who had once allowed lan to free Patric. And now,

his thoughts, the

thought he was an independent