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."

the machine for a moment before it powered down, its

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

to Philip, a crooked smile formed on his

go, board the plane to where

questioning further, Philip

for Phil, he'd always been one

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

returning as Philip,

of the research facility's

Greenfield could it

was someone from the upper echelons of Greenfield, things would get interesting.

If this scandal broke out, it would cause quite

Philip was ushered into a

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

housed important figures, guarded around the clock by

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

its journey, Philip overheard someone

been

car's dim interior light

line. If he recalled correctly, the gatekeeper used to be under Holden's

clearance for lan's

was

nfor yourself lately. The old men have all been singing

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

the window rolled up, his smile vanished, and

this pretense. Aren't you afraid

slip-up during a conversation could

he's cut ties with this side completely, never

he was quite fond of keeping in touch with

man raised an eyebrow

Philip's expression shifted, a hint of

who had once allowed

his thoughts,

identity. He thought he was an independent personality when, in