Cedrick knitted his brows, maintaining a composed expression as he analyzed the situation.

Only a few individuals in Chanaea possessed the capability to defeat Gwendolyn unless her adversaries deployed a significant number of elite fighters. However, such a course of action would be highly conspicuous, attracting unnecessary attention within the hospital.

Alternatively, the other party might be armed.

Cedrick’s heart clenched as if someone was gripping it. The disheveled hospital room showed no signs of blood or any traces of violence, and he hoped that his suspicion would turn out to be unfounded.

Another possibility popped into his mind. Gwenny intentionally surrendered, offering herself as bait. Otherwise, Benny wouldn’t have been left behind in the closet. They would have taken them together.

After organizing his thoughts on the matter, he let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless and blaming himself for the risk his wife had undertaken.

Benedict continued to cry, his small mouth pouting. His soft and delicate sobs echoed his father’s distressed state.

Cedrick patiently comforted the baby, while his peripheral vision caught sight of a spilled pile of milk powder under the table.

He walked over, crouched down, and examined the traces of powdered milk.

His slender and graceful fingers touched the powder, twirling it between his fingertips, while his gaze darkened with contemplation.

Since Nico had worked tirelessly throughout last night and had just returned home to catch up on some sleep, Cedrick didn’t want to burden him with the task of investigating this incident.

“Contact Team Nine’s leader, Jasper, and instruct him to assemble a squad of ten soldiers. Also, bring a military dog,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!”

While waiting for Jasper to quickly organize his team and Charles to arrive and take over, Cedrick comforted the baby.

Charles raced to the hospital, and in under ten minutes, he arrived at the baby’s ward.

Observing the disarray in the room that had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to locate Gwen’s whereabouts? Is she safe?”

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the

gaze and the icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager

hearing that, Charles was bereft of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is,

of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his safety. I’ll go

After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could

bureau to take care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail to take good care of him and cause me any trouble, it will only put Gwenny in

Charles kept mum.

Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick turned

ten minutes while

crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked

suits remained eerily silent as well,

picked up the crisp sound of her high heels

different, more like expensive marble tiles rather

a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned

her mind, Gwendolyn was led into a house. The men in suits held her

with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I sitting on a

struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they

was removed, Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while to get used to

before her, and she found herself sitting on

her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He

on a couch, was puffing

and murky eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged

attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the

my private mansion, which,

a glance at the coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are still bound? And isn’t it rather excessive to resort to such measures just to invite me

puffed on his cigar and grinned. “I’m confident you can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do it for you, your

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