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.

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

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

when she felt its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of

solemnly, considering her plan

the vehicle, the former received a call before they

he had assigned to

that something was wrong, he answered the call without

immediately, the 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

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

chiseled features, and his dark eyes gleamed with a

sir. I have already dispatched someone to review the hospital’s surveillance footage, 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

he forced himself to

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 she went missing, so she

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,

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 job. Thus, it dawned on

to the

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 the

the milk powder incident to you. I’m heading back to the

from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your instructions

keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into the

the hospital. Using the

trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided

“Isn’t Gwen supposed to be taking

drove while wearing a stern expression and

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

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

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

arrived at the hospital and drove into the basement parking lot, his unease