Wooing My Ex-Wife

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 grip ever so slightly and drop off

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

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

solemnly, considering her plan

former received a call before they

assigned

something was wrong, he answered the call without

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 due to hunger. Otherwise, we wouldn’t have known where he

his attention was immediately caught by

gleamed with a menacing

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

clenched as he forced himself to stay

for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t

the entire hospital. Inform the director that I will shut down this facility if

pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle, so it’s impossible that nobody was aware of

Hospital had a sterling reputation for having top-notch security. The occurrence of something like this indicated the possibility of it being an inside job. Thus, it dawned on him how formidable their unseen

must get to the bottom

panic within him, he ordered the plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep their identities concealed

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

reinforcements from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your instructions at any

respond. He took the car keys from Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into the car

his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free Bluetooth device in the car, he called

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

the phone, Charles sensed that something was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen supposed to be taking

drove while wearing a

Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about the incident with the milk

missing. We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she has left the hospital,

a long silence on the other end of the line. When Charles finally spoke, his voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked