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."

for a moment before it powered down, its

intruder's touch, taking a

a crooked smile

more valuable than Summer. Let's go, board

further,

Phil, he'd always

of the city below furrowed Philip's

returning as Philip, it was a

facility's top brass was in

Greenfield

of Greenfield, things would get interesting. Windhelm had

facility. If this scandal broke

Philip was

mansion, and Philip's heart skipped a beat.

housed important figures, guarded around the clock by armed personnel ready to

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

journey, Philip overheard someone speaking to

been here in

light

thin line. If he recalled correctly, the gatekeeper used

for lan's

was

a nfor yourself lately. The

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

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

this pretense. Aren't

during a conversation

he's cut ties with this side

recall he was quite fond

an eyebrow with

a hint of intrigue sparking

was Bernard who had once allowed lan

read his

Patric hadn't remembered his true identity. He thought he was an independent personality when,