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.

ten meters or so, or when she turned a corner, she would slacken her grip ever so slightly and drop off

slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope

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

contemplated solemnly, considering her plan and what awaited her

and Swain alighted the vehicle, the former received a call before they could even enter the Federal

cop he had assigned to stand guard at

wrong,

voice on the other end of the line reported, “Mr. Jenson, something has happened. There are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing, and Mr. Benedict was found placed in a closet. He was crying loudly, possibly due to hunger. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known where

heart skipped a beat as his attention was immediately caught by the news of his wife’s

and his dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the surveillance

and we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson is still within the premises,” the cop reported

he forced himself to

It wouldn’t be easy for any harm to befall

entire hospital. Inform the director that I will shut down this facility if any harm comes to my

ward to pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so it’s impossible that nobody was aware of

of something like this indicated the possibility of

to the bottom

the panic within him, he ordered the plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep their identities concealed and to instead have the hospital’s security team seal off

hanging up, he ordered Swain, “I’m leaving the investigation of the milk powder incident to you. I’m

and said, “Understood, Boss. I will organize reinforcements from the Federal

He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s

his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device in the car, he called

and trustworthy. After much

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

one hand on the steering wheel, Cedrick drove while wearing a stern

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

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

of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where

the hospital and drove into the basement parking