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."

moment before it powered down, its self-destruct

touch,

turned to Philip, a crooked

Summer. Let's go, board the

further, Philip

Phil, he'd always been

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

Philip,

of the research facility's top brass

in Greenfield could it

things would

If this scandal broke

was ushered into a

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

important figures, guarded around the clock by armed

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

journey, Philip overheard someone speaking to the

hasn't been

car's dim interior light accentuated the

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

for

man was

lately. The old men have all been singing

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

vanished, and he leaned back in his

this pretense. Aren't

during a

with this side completely,

fond of

eyebrow with

shifted, a hint of intrigue sparking within

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

read his thoughts, the

true identity. He thought he was