Dear Ex-wife Marry Me novel (Maja) novel Chapter 1606

They couldn't get Dylan out just yet. If he vanished from the glass tank now, the base would realize there was people coming in from outside, and a thorough sweep would follow. That would spell disaster for Ian and the others still inside; they'd all be exposed and never stand a chance to escape.

Ian's immediate task was to return to the vent, retrieve the dozen or so canisters of compressed gas he'd tossed out, and put them back in place. Through that way he could clear himself of any suspicion.

"Walter, head back to your post."

Walter's mouth twitched, "And what about him?" He was pointing at Dylan.

Ian massaged his temples, "He's still breathing, not dead yet. If we pull him out now, we're as good as dead."

They were all clever, and wouldn’t be unable to see clearly the gravity of the situation. Walter quickly made his exit, and Ian returned to the core research lab.

The lab was untouched, but Sarah, who should've been conducting experiments there, was nowhere to be found.

Ian didn't dwell on her absence. He hurried back to his room, crawled through the air ducts, retrieved all the canisters, and managed to sneak them back into the lab without anyone noticing.

Sarah, on the other hand, had already left her lab in the middle of the commotion outside, standing amidst the chaos.

She caught sight of Philip making his way through the turmoil. He grabbed a woman in the fray.

Sarah's pupils contracted sharply as she recognized the woman's face. Pushing past the frantic researchers blocking her path, she strode toward Philip's location.

She and Philip had barely met formally before, hardly knowing each other. Yet she harbored a deep-seated aversion to him from the moment she saw his face for the first time.

The woman Philip was holding was 00.

Ian had smuggled her into the base earlier, and now she was here with her wrist in his grip. Her protective suit had been torn to shreds by the crazed researchers, and her face bore fresh scratches.

Philip's expression darkened, followed by a chuckle.

"Maja?" Before he could finish his thought, he denied it, "No, it can't be Maja, but the likeness is uncanny."

He pulled her close, imprisoning her in his embrace.