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.”

serious. “How can you remain so calm? The audacity of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving

gaze and the icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you trying to usurp my position? I’m still alive, in case you haven’t

is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where

well aware of your own

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

The agents 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.

Charles kept mum.

Team Nine, led by Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly left

ten minutes while being held

she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked on. Looks like we’ve

mum throughout the journey while the men in suits remained eerily silent as

Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound

more like

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

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

a texture resembling fabric and cotton.

was perplexed, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or invite

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

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

tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same

man, reclining languidly on a couch, was

sharp and murky eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

displaying an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the

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 state. Please

coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when

and grinned. “I’m confident you can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do it for you, your true intentions would

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