The Ex and Her Riches novel (Gwendolyn and Maverick)

Though Gwendolyn’s mouth was stuffed and the blindfold was still over her eyes, she heard the report clearly.

She let out a small sigh of relief, although her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Benedict hiding in the ward’s closet.

Silently, she hoped that the guards Cedrick had sent would soon notice the unusual situation in the ward, retrieve Benedict from the closet, and ensure his safety.

As the van drove on, Gwendolyn tapped her fingers and calmly estimated the duration of the journey.

Throughout the journey, the men did not speak, displaying exceptional discipline and cohesion.

Gwendolyn could not help feeling even more curious about their employer.

After approximately forty minutes, the van stopped. The men removed the rag in Gwendolyn’s mouth and dragged her out of the vehicle.

Gwendolyn expressed her displeasure, reprimanding them in a low voice, “Show some respect to a lady. Haven’t you been taught to be gentle and considerate?”

The men were taken aback.

These days, it seems like the hostages are becoming more arrogant than the kidnappers themselves.

“Your fate is in our hands, you know. You should be more polite.”

Gwendolyn remained fearless, her voice calm yet icy. “You’ve taken me as a hostage to leverage something from Cedrick, and he will be furious if I suffer even the slightest harm. I believe you understand the consequences better than I do. You should treat a hostage like me with care, as you would handle fragile cargo. Do you understand?”

Although she was blindfolded and bound, stripped of her freedom, her commanding presence remained intact, leaving the men in suits astonished.

The men, being subordinates unaware of their employer’s intentions, decided it was safer to comply with Gwendolyn’s instructions and handle her with care.

“Let’s go, Ms. Harris.”

With the help of two men, Gwendolyn started forward. Though she could not see the route ahead, her hands, bound behind her back, were not idle.

Before coming here, she had grabbed a handful of Benedict’s milk powder.

or when she turned a corner, she would slacken her grip ever so

in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the

feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she was being

considering her plan and what awaited her

received a call before they could even enter the Federal

the cop he had assigned to stand

Realizing that something was wrong,

altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson

beat as his attention was immediately caught by the news of his wife’s

frost settled upon his chiseled features, and his dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the surveillance footage immediately. Find out

have already dispatched someone to review the hospital’s surveillance footage, and we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson is still within

clenched as he forced himself to stay

be easy for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t been

that I will shut down this facility

a baby’s ward to pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so it’s impossible that nobody was

sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside job. Thus, it dawned on him how formidable

must get to

the panic within him, he ordered the plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep their identities

the milk powder incident to you. I’m heading

the Federal Bureau

respond. He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into

not been idle on his way back to the hospital.

care of someone familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation,

that something was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen supposed to be taking care of Benny in the hospital?

wheel, Cedrick drove

happen to Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about the incident with the

hesitated for a moment before revealing the truth. “Gwen is missing. We are currently reviewing the

other end of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked with concern. “Have you returned to the hospital? I’ll come over

arrived at the hospital and drove into

his way up to the