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.

corner, she would slacken her grip ever

incredibly light and prone to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search

its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she was

solemnly, considering her plan and what

former received a call before they could even enter the

was the cop he had assigned to

frowned. Realizing that something was wrong, he answered the call without

are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing, and

skipped a beat as his attention was immediately caught by the news

layer of frost settled upon his chiseled features, and his dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the surveillance footage immediately. Find out where

footage, and we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine

clenched as he

have faith in Gwendolyn’s jiu-jitsu skills. It wouldn’t be easy for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t been very long since

that I will shut down this facility if any harm comes

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

The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside job.

to the bottom of

to stay put and keep their

leaving the investigation of the milk

will organize reinforcements from the Federal

did not respond. He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s

on his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device

familiar and trustworthy. After

over the phone, Charles sensed that something was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen supposed to be taking care of Benny in the hospital? Why do you

steering wheel, Cedrick drove while wearing a stern

at once, “Did something happen to Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about the incident

missing. We are currently reviewing the surveillance

a long 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 come over

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