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 slightly and drop

in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search

crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she

plan and what awaited her

and Swain alighted the vehicle, the former received a call before they could even enter

assigned to stand guard at the

frowned. Realizing that something was wrong, he answered

the line reported, “Mr. Jenson, something has happened. There are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing,

his attention was immediately

dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the surveillance footage immediately. Find

update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson

clenched as he forced

in Gwendolyn’s jiu-jitsu skills. It wouldn’t be easy for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t been very long since she went

that I will shut down this facility if any harm comes to

broke into a baby’s ward to pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so

he had assigned to protect Gwendolyn, Grand Valley Hospital had a sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something

get to the

plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep their identities concealed and to instead have the hospital’s security

of the milk powder incident to you. I’m heading back to

the

Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into the car

been idle on his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth

the care of someone familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to trouble the young child’s godfather,

the phone, Charles sensed that something was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen supposed to be taking care of Benny in the hospital? Why do you need

the steering wheel, Cedrick drove while

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

We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she has left the hospital, I fear it might be

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

Soon, he arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot, his

his way up

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