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.

and in under ten

serious look on his face, he immediately inquired, “Did you manage to locate Gwen’s whereabouts?

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you enjoy putting up the

face. “Charles, my wife is missing, and yet you seem so eager to take my place. Are you trying to usurp

of words. “Now is not the right time

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

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

The agents from the 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 him to you. However, if you fail to

Charles kept mum.

Jasper, had already assembled. Cedrick turned around and

through the woods for over ten minutes

crisply as she stepped on the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked on. Looks like

the men in suits

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

more like expensive marble tiles rather than

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

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

the touch, with a texture resembling fabric and cotton. Am I sitting

perplexed, struggling to comprehend the situation unfolding before her. Did they kidnap me or

momentarily blinded by the sudden burst of bright light. It took her a while to get used to the blinding light before lifting

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

middle-aged man in a tailored suit. He looked roguish but at the same time,

on a couch, was puffing

eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged

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

underground enterprise in Salinsburgh. Welcome to my private mansion, which, I must admit, has been

expression turned distant and cold as she cast a glance at the coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the

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