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 it powered down,

touch, taking

to Philip, a crooked

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

further,

Phil, he'd always

the city below furrowed Philip's brow.

as Philip,

of the research facility's top brass was in

Greenfield could

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

broke out, it

Philip was ushered into a

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

The area housed important figures, guarded around the clock by armed personnel ready to shoot on

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

journey, Philip overheard someone

hasn't been here in

car's dim interior light accentuated the

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

for lan's

was

nfor yourself lately. The old men have all

smile that echoed lan's

vanished, and he leaned back in his

this pretense. Aren't you afraid they'll

slip-up during a conversation

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

recall he was quite fond of keeping in

an eyebrow with a light

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

Bernard who had once allowed lan to

his thoughts, the

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