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.”

of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm

icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you trying to

words. “Now is not the right time to

stood up with a stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure

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

won’t be necessary. 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.

Charles kept mum.

had already assembled. Cedrick

over ten minutes while being held

heels echoed crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the

throughout the journey while the men in suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing

Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of

beneath her feet felt different, more like expensive marble tiles rather

seemed the abductors had taken her to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed

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

texture resembling fabric

the situation unfolding before her. Did

light. It took her a while to get used to the blinding

her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she

turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but

a couch, was puffing on

sharp and murky eyes narrowed slightly as

attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her mouth, and poured her

oversee an underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is

distant and cold as she cast 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

you can untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson.

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