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 Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving husband

missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place.

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

placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his

concern and reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency,

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 you fail to take good care of him and cause me any trouble, it will only put Gwenny in further danger. I hope you understand

Charles kept mum.

led by Jasper, had already assembled.

woods for over ten minutes while being held

as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths

men in suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing

eyes blindfolded, Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of her

beneath her feet felt different, more like expensive marble

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

into a house. The men in suits

felt soft to the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am

unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or

by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a

her, and she found

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

reclining languidly on a

and murky eyes narrowed slightly as

attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag

to introduce myself, Mrs. Jenson. I’m Channing Kron, and I oversee an underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I

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

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

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