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.”

backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving husband in public? Now

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

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

should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care

a mix of concern and reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could be of

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 you fail to take good

Charles kept mum.

Nine, led by Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick

woods for over ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally arrived at their

the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had

in suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing to

Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp

her feet felt different, more

Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned

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

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

to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me

momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while to get used to the blinding

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

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

reclining languidly on a couch, was

as he exchanged a

an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in

Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state. Please accept my apologies for the untidiness, Mrs. Jenson,” Channing

“Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee

untie the rope yourself, Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to

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