Wooing My Ex-Wife

Chapter 661

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.

raced to the hospital, and in under ten minutes, he arrived at

that had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to locate Gwen’s whereabouts? Is

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy

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

that, Charles was bereft of words. “Now is not the right time to get jealous. Finding out where Gwen is, should

should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his safety. I’ll go

with you? After all, I am the director of the

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 further danger. I hope you

Charles kept mum.

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

for over ten minutes while being held hostage,

stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had

while the men in suits remained eerily silent as well, refusing to divulge

heightened auditory senses picked up the crisp

felt different, more like expensive marble tiles rather than

place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in some abandoned cottage in the

house. The men in suits held her shoulders, guiding her to

a texture

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

was removed, Gwendolyn was momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light.

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

saw a middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the

reclining languidly on a

murky eyes narrowed slightly as

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

me 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 admit, has been neglected and is not in

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 to such

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