The Ex and Her Riches

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

the milk powder was 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

treading upon bare earth when she felt its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she was being led into

plan

received a call before they could even enter the

was the cop he had assigned to

something was wrong, he answered the

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

was immediately caught by the news of his wife’s

dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity. “Review the

shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson is still within the premises,” the

as he forced

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

Inform the director that I will shut down this facility if any harm comes to

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

having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an

get to the bottom

stay put and keep their identities concealed and to instead have the hospital’s

ordered Swain, “I’m leaving the investigation of the

I will organize reinforcements from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your instructions

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

hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device

care of someone familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to

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

hand on the steering wheel, Cedrick drove while wearing a stern expression and did

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

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

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