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.”

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

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

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

of your own hidden motives. Take care

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

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. 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

Charles kept mum.

Jasper, had already assembled.

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

a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked

mum throughout the journey while the men in suits remained eerily

auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of

beneath her feet felt different, more like expensive

place. Aren’t they supposed

into a house. The men in

seat felt soft to the touch, with a texture resembling

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

the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while to

saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself sitting

man in a tailored suit. He looked

on a couch, was puffing on a

eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

the

enterprise in Salinsburgh. 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 when my hands are still bound? And isn’t it rather excessive to resort to

Mrs. Jenson. If my men were to do it for you,

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