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."

fingertips danced across the machine for a moment before

detecting an intruder's touch,

a crooked smile formed on

more valuable than Summer. Let's go, board the

further, Philip

for Phil, he'd always been one to tag

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

Philip, it

facility's top brass was

in Greenfield could it

from the upper echelons of Greenfield, things would get interesting. Windhelm had long declared its intent

broke out, it would

Philip was

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

housed important figures, guarded around the clock by

them, an inspection

journey, Philip overheard someone speaking

been

interior light

formed a thin line. If he recalled correctly, the gatekeeper

clearance for lan's

man was brazenly

yourself lately. The old men have all

that echoed lan's demeanor. "It's what

smile vanished, and he leaned back in his

pretense. Aren't you afraid they'll

a conversation

military, he's cut ties with this side

I recall he was quite fond of keeping in touch

an eyebrow

understanding, Philip's expression shifted, a hint

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

read his thoughts, the

He thought he was an independent personality when, in fact,