The VIP level of Grand Valley Hospital experienced an unprecedented silence at midnight.

In the dimly lit ward, the lights flickered and abruptly went out, enveloping the area in darkness.

A momentary chaos ensued on the floor, but soon after, the power was restored.

In response, a group of nurses hurriedly rushed to the VIP level and entered various wards.

The police officer standing watch outside Benedict’s ward was just about to end his shift. The unusual commotion raised his interest, and he asked an approaching nurse, “What’s going on? Why do you need to enter the ward at this time?”

The young nurse explained anxiously, “Didn’t you notice the power outage earlier? Please let me in. I need to re-calibrate all the equipment in the ward. It’s urgent! It could put the patient’s life at risk.”

The police officer acquiesced to her request considering the urgency of the situation.

There were no visitors in the ward. The nurse closed the door and identified her target, ignoring the beeping of the malfunctioning monitoring equipment.

She dashed to the crib and grabbed the baby, still swaddled in his blankets. At the window, she hesitated briefly instead of escaping.

Her assessing gaze roved across the ward. Why is everything different from my earlier rehearsal? No one is keeping watch. This is happening far too smoothly.

Just then, alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, followed by an announcement, “There’s a thief in the hospital! Someone is taking advantage of the chaos after the power outage to commit a robbery. All staff, please be on alert!”

All the lights came on, leaving the nurse no time to think.

She hurriedly jumped out of the window and darted into a nearby alley with her young hostage.

Someone was already waiting for her in the alley. Thus, she dashed into a waiting car and made a quick escape.

Sometime later, the men waiting at the secluded villa heard some noise from the front door and stood up expectantly.

Quintrell, who still wore his sunglasses despite the late hour, smiled and asked, “Do you have the baby?”

The nurse, who was actually his subordinate in disguise, nodded and handed the baby over.

“Not bad. Mr. Kron, you didn’t believe me when I told you, you were wasting half your money on your subordinates. You still need my people to finish the last step.”

As he spoke, Quintrell carefully cradled the baby and smiled tenderly. “Darling baby, do you know how worried your dad must be right now? I would pay a million to see his expression right now.”

As soon as he spoke, his smile froze in place the moment he lifted the blankets.

Quintrell’s gaze burned with fury in a matter of seconds. He raised his leg and kicked his subordinate, demanding, “What is this? Were you carrying out your mission like some brainless robot?”

expecting some

good look at

ground and out rolled a fake baby

struck her earlier returned. It was a

in to confirm this earlier. They did see that Newton fellow move the

“Excuses!”

She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he waved some men forward and ordered,

anguished pleas fell on deaf ears

stood aside quietly and fiddled with the bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for creating an opportunity for your men to infiltrate. What happens after is none

expression, his tone betrayed his expectations that the

your men also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you’d get to keep your head

and shot Channing a piercing gaze. “Hmph, why should we

Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting

“Quintrell, let me remind you that Mr. Kron was the one who kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. She has nothing to do with you. Don’t try to have any designs on her because you

already poked the hornet’s nest.

I’ve lost complete faith in you after this failure.

knew that his humiliating failure would be difficult to

agreement after a prolonged staredown

“Fine.”

Hamish’s number, and the line connected quickly. Subsequently, a brash,

managed to explain the events that happened earlier before Hamish interjected crudely, “A bunch of losers! Get Cedrick on the line now. His woman is in our hands now; I bet

Cedrick’s number and put the

voice rang

Jenson, have you been tossing and turning

distress and pleaded, “Let her go. We can talk

Missing your wife, aren’t you, Mr. Jenson? Would you like her arm or her leg? Why don’t I send one of them over

was boasting and that Gwendolyn was safe, Cedrick was

pieces once I get my

had to keep up his act until they had truly reeled Hamish into

part of a worried husband,

thirty billion. Oh, and resign from your post

verify the terms of this deal. See you at ten in

downright eerie as he added, “Otherwise, Gwendolyn will be losing

call

were the only audible

Swain exchanged a glance before rubbing their fists together. “Boss, that snake is finally showing

himself in relief. Fishing out the mastermind behind the milk powder

it sound so easy. We need thirty billion in cold hard cash tomorrow. Are you

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