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

disarray in the room that had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the image of a

yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you trying to usurp

right time to get

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

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

Charles kept mum.

assembled. Cedrick turned around

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

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

suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing to

her eyes blindfolded, Gwendolyn’s heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp sound of her

beneath her feet felt different, more like expensive marble tiles

place. Aren’t they supposed

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

seat felt soft to the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I

to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or invite me here

of bright light. It took her a

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

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

on a couch, was puffing on

slightly as he exchanged a glance

an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the rag in her mouth, and poured her a

oversee an underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been neglected and is not in its finest state. Please accept

as she cast a 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

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