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.

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

prone to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search dog to track her down once

that she was 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

her plan and

the vehicle, the former received a call before they could even enter

cop he had assigned to stand

something was wrong, he answered

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

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

eyes gleamed with a

I’ve assigned two nurses to search the ladies’ room to determine if Mrs. Jenson is still within

clenched as he forced

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

director that I will shut down this facility if any harm

in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so it’s impossible that nobody was aware

security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside job. Thus, it dawned on him

to the bottom

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

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

nodded and said, “Understood, Boss. I will organize reinforcements from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and

not respond. He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into the

to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device

to be placed in the care of someone familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to trouble the young

was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen

on the steering wheel, Cedrick drove

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

We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she

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