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 minutes, he arrived at the

to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you

wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you

not the right time to

stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden

take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency,

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

Charles kept mum.

assembled. Cedrick turned around

after walking through the woods for over ten minutes while being held hostage, Gwendolyn finally arrived at

high heels echoed crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked on. Looks like

the journey while the men in suits remained eerily silent as well,

senses picked up the crisp sound of

her feet felt different, more like expensive marble

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

house. The men in

texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I sitting on

her. Did they

bright light. It took her a while

opened her eyes, she saw a luxurious mansion before her, and she

saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He

languidly on a couch, was puffing

eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in

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

Kron, do you truly expect me to

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