Dear Ex-wife Marry Me by Twin Bridge

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Dylan had become quite chummy with the North American royalty over the years, especially with a certain prince. Rumor had it
their friendship was solid as a rock. Beck, on the other hand, was a bundle of nerves, pacing back and forth like a caged animal.
Anyone blindsided by such a colossal secret would be out of their wits. Maja, however, seemed the picture of calm, nursing a
cup of coffee and idly stirring it with a spoon. “Beck, is Dylan sure of himself?” Beck halted mid-stride and slowly took a seat,
“Dylan might have blundered big time with that Judith mess, but he’s not one to muddle through things like this. Give him two
days tops, and he’ll have it sorted.” His expression darkened, fingers raking through his hair in frustration, “I just can’t wrap my
head around it. It’s too far-fetched.” If Tomas and Juliet were phonies, then who was pulling the strings, and who had the clout to
pull off such a stunt? Ian, nestled beside Maja, rested his head on her shoulder, “If it’s the research facility’s doing, then it’s not

so far-fetched. They’re ambitious, perhaps looking to puppeteer every top-tier family. And families like the Sanders, with their
strict codes, are ripe for the picking, just masquerade as the two figureheads.” Beck stiffened, his eyes bulging in disbelief. “Are
you suggesting that this research facility could be targeting not just the Sanders family, but all the elite families?” “It’s just a
theory,” Ian continued, “They operate in the shadows, wielding power like puppet masters. And with their cutting-edge medical
tech, impersonating someone would be child’s play. If only Dylan could recall more details about those human experiments, we’d
be less in the dark.” For now, all they could do was wait for Dylan’s move with the royalty. Ian, the hand on Maja’s belly, sighed
softly, “Once Dylan sends word, we’ll have to make a beeline for that facility.” Maja shared the sentiment. With time to kill, Beck
grabbed a laptop and started digging up intel. “Here are some of North America’s notable families. Aside from the Sanders
family, there’s one linked to Windhelm, the Moores. Their patriarch, Walter Moore, is a smiling tiger with a decent rapport with
Dylan. If the Moores family is also compromised, Dylan would likely join forces with Walter, who’s known to play hardball.” No
picture of Walter surfaced in the search, but Beck produced a snapshot he’d taken on the sly. It showed Walter alongside Abne
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r. Abner engaged in cargo ship smuggling, and Walter was a ruthless man. So Walter was on good terms with Abner, but Dylan
and Abner didn’t see much of each other. Maja glanced at the photo, noting the striking mole at the corner of Walter’s eye. She
mused that perhaps these families even considered looks when picking their heirs. “If Dylan gets the Moores family on board,
this mess could wrap up even quicker. The Moores aren’t as rigid as the Sanders family. Walter calls the shots, and that sly fox
won’t be easily supplanted. He’d undoubtedly back Dylan.” Leaning back, Maja’s eyes betrayed her weariness. Beck’s sharing
was an attempt to ease her mind about the Sanders family’s predicament. The Sanders family was strong, stronger than she had
imagined. Even with the elders swapped out, the Sanders family’s connections remained intact. A day later. Dylan called for
them to gather at the Sanders family. They made the several-hour drive, arriving to find the Sanders’ security tighter than ever.
None of the other Sanders were clued in, and Dylan had simply told them the elders had retreated to their island retreat, a habit
no one questioned. Maja and Ian were ushered into a spacious room, a stark contrast to the dismal basements, but the sunlight
did little to lift the gloom. Two men sat on the central sofa. One was Dylan, and the other was a beaming Walter. The two
impersonators were bound and gagged, their hands indeed that of someone in their fifties. Walter, pinching a cigarette, turned
and raised an eyebrow upon seeing Maja. “Dylan, this the little sister you’ve talked up?” Dylan tensed, not daring to reply,
instead quickly casting his gaze downward.

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