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.

meters or so, or when she turned a corner, she would slacken her grip ever so slightly

to dispersing in the slightest breeze before reaching the ground, Gwendolyn held on to the hope that Cedrick would bring a search

felt its crumbly texture beneath her feet. Occasionally, the sound of snapping branches accompanied her steps, indicating that she

her plan and what awaited

vehicle, the former received a call before they could even enter

cop he had assigned to stand guard at

frowned. Realizing that something was wrong,

reported, “Mr. Jenson, something has happened. There are clear signs of a severe altercation in the ward. Mrs. Jenson is missing, and

was immediately

and his dark eyes gleamed with

we should receive an update shortly. Furthermore, I’ve assigned two nurses

as he forced

for any harm to befall her. It hasn’t

I will shut down this facility if any

to pick a fight in broad daylight. The commotion was anything but subtle,

security. The occurrence of something like this indicated

get to the

he ordered the plain-clothed officers to stay put and keep their identities concealed and to instead have the hospital’s security team seal

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

and said, “Understood, Boss. I will organize reinforcements from the Federal Bureau of Investigation and await your instructions

Swain, turned away from the building’s entrance, and got into

idle on his way back to the hospital. Using the hands-free

trustworthy. After much deliberation, Cedrick decided to trouble the

was amiss. “Isn’t Gwen

one hand on the steering wheel, Cedrick drove while wearing a stern expression and did

asked at once, “Did something happen to Gwen? Tell me. I’m worried sick about

We are currently reviewing the surveillance footage, but if she has left the hospital, I fear it might be

voice had turned grave. “Where are you right now?” he asked with concern. “Have you returned to the

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