Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1563

Philip's grip tightened even more. Initially, he considered accepting it on the spot.

The prestige of a chairman was worth a nation's fortune. With unrestricted access to the research base's pharmaceuticals, there wasn't a goal he couldn't achieve. Wasn't this what he had been chasing all along?

But hesitation crept into his heart, causing him to pause for a few seconds. Ten seconds later, he lifted his eyes gently to meet Isaac's gaze.

"Professor, I got it."

A smile curled at the corners of Isaac's lips. She knew it; Philip was always the type to go all in. After all, it was just a matter of family. Phil had always had such a low profile that his presence was hardly worth acknowledging.

Isaac patted Philip's shoulder reassuringly, "Go on with your work."

Philip turned away, a shadow of discontent on his face. His gaze fell on Ian, who was passing by without a glance in his direction.

The protective suits they wore were so bulky, and with the goggles, it was impossible to see his eyes. Yet Philip's stare lingered on Ian for a moment before slowly withdrawing.

Ian moved on, only to bump into someone heading his way.

It was a face identical to Philip's, and this was the first time Ian had seen the two brothers together. He recalled his time with Philip in Greenfield, oblivious to any switch between them.

The resemblance was uncanny, like a copy-paste in human form.

However, Phil's expression was one of simplicity, not noticing Ian but instead focusing on Philip in the distance and calling out cheerfully, "Philip!"

Philip stood rooted, feeling a surge of annoyance at the sight of that face. The research base had no need for a blank slate. When would this man grow up?

"Philip, what do you think about this?" Phil approached, holding something in his hand. Upon closer inspection, Philip found it was an insect.

Such creatures were rare at the facility, where the focus was on human subjects, not animals. Philip's face contorted with anger, snatching the bug and crushing it under his foot.

"At twenty-seven, what are you doing playing with bugs? Do you think you're still a kid?"