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.

she would slacken her

prone to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the

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

considering her plan and

the former received a call before they could even

he had assigned

was wrong, he answered the call without

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

beat as his attention was

settled upon his chiseled features, and his dark eyes gleamed with a menacing intensity.

already dispatched someone to review the hospital’s surveillance footage, and we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two

clenched as he forced himself

any harm to befall her. It hasn’t been very long since she went missing, so she should still be

director that I will shut down this facility if any

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

protect Gwendolyn, Grand Valley Hospital had a sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it

to the

to stay put and keep

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

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

did not respond. He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the

hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device in the car, he

the care of someone familiar and trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to trouble the young child’s

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

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

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

the surveillance

end of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked with concern.

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