Wooing My Ex-Wife by Mr. Adeel

Chapter 661

Cedrick knitted his brows, maintaining a composed expression as he analyzed the situation.

Only a few individuals in Chanaea possessed the capability to defeat Gwendolyn unless her adversaries deployed a significant number of elite fighters. However, such a course of action would be highly conspicuous, attracting unnecessary attention within the hospital.

Alternatively, the other party might be armed.

Cedrick’s heart clenched as if someone was gripping it. The disheveled hospital room showed no signs of blood or any traces of violence, and he hoped that his suspicion would turn out to be unfounded.

Another possibility popped into his mind. Gwenny intentionally surrendered, offering herself as bait. Otherwise, Benny wouldn’t have been left behind in the closet. They would have taken them together.

After organizing his thoughts on the matter, he let out a deep sigh, feeling helpless and blaming himself for the risk his wife had undertaken.

Benedict continued to cry, his small mouth pouting. His soft and delicate sobs echoed his father’s distressed state.

Cedrick patiently comforted the baby, while his peripheral vision caught sight of a spilled pile of milk powder under the table.

He walked over, crouched down, and examined the traces of powdered milk.

His slender and graceful fingers touched the powder, twirling it between his fingertips, while his gaze darkened with contemplation.

Since Nico had worked tirelessly throughout last night and had just returned home to catch up on some sleep, Cedrick didn’t want to burden him with the task of investigating this incident.

“Contact Team Nine’s leader, Jasper, and instruct him to assemble a squad of ten soldiers. Also, bring a military dog,” he ordered.

“Yes, sir!”

While waiting for Jasper to quickly organize his team and Charles to arrive and take over, Cedrick comforted the baby.

Charles raced to the hospital, and in under ten minutes, he arrived at the baby’s ward.

yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to locate Gwen’s whereabouts?

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a loving husband in public?

expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet

of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is, should be

should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and

you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could be of assistance in finding

be necessary. The agents from the Federal Bureau of Investigation are equally skilled,” Cedrick replied, giving him a cautious look. “I don’t trust the inexperienced officers at the bureau to take care of Benny. I can only entrust him to you. However, if you fail to take good care of him and cause me any trouble, it

Charles kept mum.

already assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly

ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally

stark contrast to the muddy paths she

mum throughout the journey while the men in suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing to divulge

auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of her high heels on

her feet felt different, more like expensive marble

Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in the

a house. The men in suits held her shoulders,

a texture resembling fabric and

the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me

removed, Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took

mansion before her, and she

and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same time,

a

eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the

me to introduce myself, Mrs. Jenson. I’m Channing Kron, and I oversee an underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state.

expression turned distant and cold as she cast a glance at the coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are still bound? And isn’t it rather excessive to resort to

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