Dear Ex-wife, Marry Me novel Chapter 1607

Tossing the dagger into a nearby trash bin, he shoved the captive towards Phil.

"Ask the professor where Summer is at."

How could that sicko who held people captive ever really let go of a woman who looked so much like Cynthia's daughter?

A dark, twisted part of Philip's mind began to stir, almost as if this woman's humiliation at Summer's hands was akin to Maja's. It wasn't likely that Cynthia, after years of imprisonment, could remain untouched, right?

The thought of both mother and daughter being violated by the same man was quite the script. The mere thought brought a softer smile to Philip's eyes.

00 had received professional training, but her skills were only good enough to mimic Maja; she wasn't a match for a hypocrite like Philip.

Now with her hands bound, she could hardly move.

"Let go of me!"

"I might, but first tell me, where's Ian, and what's he after?"

Could it be that Ian had actually followed her in? But why would he bring along a decoy? It was too risky, too exposing. Or was it that Ian sent this woman ahead to scout things out, essentially as cannon fodder?

Philip ruled out the possibility of Ian being at the research base. Bringing along a decoy with mediocre skills was just nonsensical.

00 pressed her lips, struggling a few times before realizing she was outmatched and stopped resisting. She knew exactly why her boss had sent her in - to throw these people into disarray and serve as a smokescreen.

Just like now, Philip wouldn't suspect that her boss was also present.

As she was tied up, she noticed a woman standing not too far away. The woman looked like she had tried to rush over but stopped after a few steps, frozen in place.

Philip's gaze followed, and he immediately spotted Sarah, her eyes brimming with tears. He hadn't spoken much to the renowned doctor before, but she must have loathed him to cast a dissenting vote against him.

What was Sarah doing now? Was she crying? Incredible.

Philip quickly masked his expression and walked slowly to where Sarah stood.

"Doctor, I'm Philip. I've only heard of you before, but it's true what they say - knowing a person by repute is not as good as seeing him in the flesh."