Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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In a nondescript town somewhere in North America, a man watched the scenes playing out on the video feed with a smirk.

The video showed Cynthia, along with sstrangers.

He could hear their hushed voices, a smirk playing on his lips.

He had a strong desire to control his former protégée, initially planning to whisk her away amidst the chaos.

But where else could he find a basement as perfect as this? It was the golden cage he had meticulously planned to imprison her in

since childhood, a labor of love, so to speak.

The people on the video seemed aware they were under surveillance, speaking in hushed tones and mostly communicating

through text messages on their phones.

The man watched the monitors, not the least bit worried. He knew Cynthia couldn't escape. As long as she was under his watchful

eye, he was in a good mood.

Watching a woman of such stature gradually lose her dignity and becso obedient was his crowning achievement.

His smile deepened at the sound of someone knocking on the door, announcing the arrival of visitors.

A frown creased his forehead momentarily as he left the room.

Upon reaching the living room on the first floor, he found Philip and his ever-present shadow, Phil, sitting in the parlor.

"What brings the two of you here?" he asked with a casual air.

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Philip looked up at him.

He had avoided a direct confrontation with Quentin because of this man.

The man's nwas Summer, and he was connected to the research facility.

Within the BK organization, he and Summer were the only two with ties to that mysterious place.

Summer owned Forbidden Island, and for years he had been supplying the research facility with subjects for their experiments,

holding a place of influence within their ranks.

Since both of them were entangled with the research facility, there was no need for open hostility.

Who would have thought that Quentin would be the first to break the truce?

"Summer, where's Quentin?"

Philip asked, his face a picture of calm.

"He endured a full day of torture, died, and his body was dumped outside. Whether the bombs destroyed him or not, that's all

down to luck," Summer said, unfazed by the fate of the young man he had watched grow up.

Philip raised an eyebrow in understanding, chuckling softly.

"I thought you might have gone easy on him, Summer."

But Summer was not one to show mercy to anyone.

Summer took a seat, silent. He knew he had once shown weakness for one person—Cynthia, his protégée.

Unfortunately, she squandered his leniency and thus deserved her fate as a plaything in his hands.

Life is preordained. Human efforts are in vain.

Summer regarded the brothers, aware of the secrecy shrouding the research facility. He knew they were insiders, but their exact

roles remained unclear to him.

After all, in that place, no one shared information freely, and individual records were kept confidential, accessible only to the

highest echelons.

Philip set down his teacup, "This t| failed because of Quentin. | regret his death."

Quentin was talented and as ruthless as Summer.

No one knew why he suddenly sided with Maja, as if bewitched.

Human nature was indeed complex.

"What brings you here today?" Summer inquired.

"lI want to confirm if Cynthia is still alive," Philip stated with a smile, his gaze unwaveringly fixed on Summer.

Minutes before the explosion, he had learned of Cynthia's whereabouts on Forbidden Island.

And Forbidden Island was Summer's domain, the only place she could have been hidden all these years.

So now, was Cynthia dead or alive?

Summer's expression remained unchanged, "You've been searching for her all these years. What's the matter, haven't you weaned

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off her yet?"

It was a taunt.

Cynthia had brought Philip into BK, but after she disappeared, he didn't show any grief. Instead, he swiftly consolidated power

within BK.

Hearing this, Phil, too, was curious, watching Philip intently. He wanted to know why this man was so persistent in finding Cynthia.

Especially after going to such lengths to manipulate Cynthia's daughter as if it were all a game.

What was the reason behind it?

Phil's tone was light.

"lI want to know if | am qualified now."

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