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.

the hospital, and in under ten

had yet to be tidied, Charles was stunned. With a serious look on his face, he

Cedrick’s expression darkened. “No.”

can you remain so calm? The audacity of those individuals to cause trouble right under our noses suggests a significant influence backing them. What if they harm Gwen? Didn’t you

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

is not the right time to get jealous. Finding

a stern expression, placing Benedict in Charles’ arms. “You should be well aware of your own hidden motives. Take care of your godson and ensure his

you take me with you? After all, I am the director of the Central Intelligence Agency, and my skills could be of assistance in

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

Charles kept mum.

by Jasper, had already assembled.

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

the stone bricks, a stark contrast to the muddy paths she had previously walked on. Looks like we’ve

the men in suits remained eerily

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

feet felt different, more like

abductors had taken her to a fancy place. Aren’t they supposed to lock me in

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

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

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

a luxurious mansion before her, and she

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

languidly on a couch, was puffing on

murky eyes narrowed slightly as he exchanged a glance with his subordinate

displaying an unusually polite attitude, approached Gwendolyn, removed the

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 its finest state. Please accept my apologies for the

coffee on the table. She scoffed, “Mr. Kron, do you truly expect me to drink the coffee when my hands are still

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