Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1564

In another room, Ian was fumbling his way into an air duct entrance.

He had been searching around and no matter how hard he looked, there only seemed to be three hatches.

The woman had been watching him all day, so he couldn't get into the ducts in the daylight. Now, threading his way through each section again, Ian finally located Walter.

Beneath his feet was Walter's room, who seemingly had blended in with the ground-level staff.

The ground-level staff was the easiest to impersonate, all wrapped up in their bulky protective gear.

Walter had already shed his suit. Ian knocked from above. There were no exits here, just a few cracks for ventilation, but Walter could hear him.

Walter looked up, his eyes pinpointing the sound's origin.

Ian asked, "Where's Dylan?"

Had Walter's heart not been sturdy, he might've thought he was seeing ghosts. He had scouted the area while posing as one of the staff, finding no chance to slip away.

Getting exposed would be dangerous; the tactics employed here against people were numerous. But Ian appearing here, how did he manage that?

"No clue. We were shipped to different places. Wait, how did you get up there? Are you hacking the system or something?"

Ian committed Walter's room location to memory and warned him.

"Don't blow your cover."

Walter raised an eyebrow. He obviously knew not to reveal himself; a hundred lives wouldn't suffice if he did.

"I'll come to pass messages. You can't access this duct, but I'll coordinate with everyone."

He easily manipulated them, but at this moment, in front of the glass cabinet, he felt an unprecedented discomfort.

It was as if everything he had was traded for using Phil's body. And Phil was his twin, his only family in this world.

Images of the mentor's aid flashed across his mind, but on reflection, she wasn't helping them; she was using them to achieve her own goals.

Like when they infiltrated the Herrington family - it was her revenge for an old slight from a member of the Herrington family. She swapped the real heir with Philip.

And her disdain for Cynthia, who indeed vanished under Philip's neglect.

The mentor was using them to fulfill her purposes. Like now, she gave him the position of chairman in name, but if he truly took the role, she would benefit too, having a trusted person in place after all.

Ian, observing the man, who was motionless for long, from the wall, was about to leave when Philip suddenly raised his hand and smashed it against the glass cabinet.