Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1750

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 Ian. That attempt had been foiled by a timely call from Ian himself. Although her luggage was taken, she hadn't mentioned the incident to Ian.

Now, the room's dim lighting made the man before him look even more like Ian. While there were only faint resemblances between Ian 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 prime subjects; they must be retrieved together."

"Patric has vanished. No leads so far."

"Then focus on bringing Philip back."

"Understood."

The man's fingertips danced across the machine for a moment before it powered down, its self-destruct mechanism ready to detonate upon detecting an intruder's touch, taking a life with it.

He turned to Philip, a crooked smile formed on his lips.

"You're more valuable than Summer. Let's go, board the plane to where we're meant to be."

Without questioning further, Philip followed.

As for Phil, he'd always been one to tag along.

After a lengthy flight, the familiarity of the city below furrowed Philip's brow. He'd left many traces here under the alias Phelps. But now, returning as Philip, it was a first.

One of the research facility's top brass was in Greenfield.

Who in Greenfield could it be?