The Ex and Her Riches

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.

to the hospital, and in under ten

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? Now that Gwen is missing, you don’t seem to show any concern at

on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you trying to usurp my position? I’m still alive, in case you

not the right time to

stood up with a stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his safety.

which showed a mix of concern and reluctance. “Can you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my

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 will only put Gwenny in further danger.

Charles kept mum.

assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly left

ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally arrived at

as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had

the men in suits remained eerily silent as

up the

felt different, more like expensive marble tiles

taken her to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in the

mind, Gwendolyn was led into a house. The men in suits held her shoulders, guiding her to sit

texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I sitting on

the situation unfolding before her. Did they

the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a

she opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she found herself sitting on

in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same time, exuded

man, reclining languidly on a couch,

eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged

the rag in her mouth, and

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

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 such measures

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