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.

hospital, and in under

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

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

can you remain so calm? The audacity of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen?

icy expression on his face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to

time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is, should be our

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

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

Federal 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

Charles kept mum.

led by Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick turned around and swiftly left the

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

high heels echoed crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to

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

heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of

felt different, more like expensive marble

fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to

Gwendolyn was led into a house.

texture resembling fabric and cotton.

situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or invite

blindfold was removed, Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while to get used to the blinding light

before her, and she found herself sitting on

turned her head and saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same time,

languidly on a couch, was puffing on

and murky eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his

unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her

underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in

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

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