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.”

influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy

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

Charles was bereft of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding

up with a stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden

you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could be of assistance in

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation are equally skilled,” Cedrick replied, giving him a cautious look. “I don’t trust the inexperienced officers at the bureau to take care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if

Charles kept mum.

led by Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick

through the woods for over ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn

stone bricks, a stark contrast to

throughout the journey while the men in suits remained

senses picked up the crisp sound of her high

feet felt different, more like

place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in the

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

a texture resembling fabric and

struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her.

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

opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself sitting on a couch in the grand

middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at

languidly on a couch,

slightly as he exchanged a glance with his subordinate

subordinate, displaying an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her mouth, and poured her a

me to introduce myself, Mrs. Jenson. I’m Channing Kron, and I oversee an underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest

Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are still bound? And isn’t

rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were

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