Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Though Gwendolyn’s mouth was stuffed and the blindfold was still over her eyes, she heard the report clearly.

She let out a small sigh of relief, although her heart skipped a beat at the thought of Benedict hiding in the ward’s closet.

Silently, she hoped that the guards Cedrick had sent would soon notice the unusual situation in the ward, retrieve Benedict from the closet, and ensure his safety.

As the van drove on, Gwendolyn tapped her fingers and calmly estimated the duration of the journey.

Throughout the journey, the men did not speak, displaying exceptional discipline and cohesion.

Gwendolyn could not help feeling even more curious about their employer.

After approximately forty minutes, the van stopped. The men removed the rag in Gwendolyn’s mouth and dragged her out of the vehicle.

Gwendolyn expressed her displeasure, reprimanding them in a low voice, “Show some respect to a lady. Haven’t you been taught to be gentle and considerate?”

The men were taken aback.

These days, it seems like the hostages are becoming more arrogant than the kidnappers themselves.

“Your fate is in our hands, you know. You should be more polite.”

Gwendolyn remained fearless, her voice calm yet icy. “You’ve taken me as a hostage to leverage something from Cedrick, and he will be furious if I suffer even the slightest harm. I believe you understand the consequences better than I do. You should treat a hostage like me with care, as you would handle fragile cargo. Do you understand?”

Although she was blindfolded and bound, stripped of her freedom, her commanding presence remained intact, leaving the men in suits astonished.

The men, being subordinates unaware of their employer’s intentions, decided it was safer to comply with Gwendolyn’s instructions and handle her with care.

“Let’s go, Ms. Harris.”

With the help of two men, Gwendolyn started forward. Though she could not see the route ahead, her hands, bound behind her back, were not idle.

Before coming here, she had grabbed a handful of Benedict’s milk powder.

when she turned a corner, she would slacken her

to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search dog to track her down

she was treading upon bare earth when she felt its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied

contemplated solemnly, considering her plan and what

call before they could even

the cop he had assigned to stand guard

that something was wrong, he answered the call without

line reported, “Mr. Jenson, something has happened. There are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing, and Mr.

was

dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the surveillance footage immediately. Find out

and we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve

as he forced himself to stay

befall her. It hasn’t been very long since she went missing,

the entire hospital. Inform the director that I will shut down

broke into a baby’s ward to pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so it’s impossible that

protect Gwendolyn, Grand Valley Hospital had a sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside

to the bottom of

plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep

investigation of the milk powder incident

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your instructions

turned away from the building’s entrance, and

not been idle on his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth

familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to trouble the young child’s godfather,

not explain the situation over the phone, Charles sensed that something was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen supposed to

steering wheel, Cedrick drove while wearing a stern expression and

something happen to Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about

the truth. “Gwen is missing. We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she has left the hospital, I fear it might be a

silence on the other end of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked with concern. “Have you returned to the hospital? I’ll

Cedrick contemplated the situation carefully. Soon, he arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot, his unease growing with each