Wooing My ex-wife (Gwendolyn and Maverick) novel Chapter 668

Chapter 668 A Trap

The VIP level of Grand Valley Hospital experienced an unprecedented silence at midnight.

In the dimly lit ward, the lights flickered and abruptly went out, enveloping the area in darkness.

A momentary chaos ensued on the floor, but soon after, the power was restored.

In response, a group of nurses hurriedly rushed to the VIP level and entered various wards.

The police officer standing watch outside Benedict's ward was just about to end his shift. The unusual commotion raised his interest, and he asked an approaching nurse, “What's going on? Why do you need to enter the ward at this time?”

The young nurse explained anxiously, “Didn't you notice the power outage earlier? Please let me in. I need to re-calibrate all the equipment in the ward. It's urgent! It could put the patient's life at risk.”

The police officer acquiesced to her request considering the urgency of the situation.

There were no visitors in the ward. The nurse closed the door and identified her target, ignoring the beeping of the malfunctioning monitoring equipment.

She dashed to the crib and grabbed the baby, still swaddled in his blankets. At the window, she hesitated briefly instead of escaping.

Her assessing gaze roved across the ward. Why is everything different from my earlier rehearsal? No one is keeping watch. This is happening far too smoothly.

Just then, alarm bells rang throughout the hospital, followed by an announcement, “There's a thief in the hospital! Someone is taking advantage of the chaos after the power outage to commit a robbery. All staff, please be on alert!”

All the lights came on, leaving the nurse no time to think.

She hurriedly jumped out of the window and darted into a nearby alley with her young hostage.

Someone was already waiting for her in the alley. Thus, she dashed into a waiting car and made a quick escape.

Sometime later, the men waiting at the secluded villa heard some noise from the front door and stood up expectantly.

Quintrell, who still wore his sunglasses despite the late hour, smiled and asked, “Do you have the baby?”

The nurse, who was actually his subordinate in disguise, nodded and handed the baby over.

“Not bad. Mr. Kron, you didn't believe me when I told you, you were wasting half your money on your subordinates. You still need my people to finish the last step.”

As he spoke, Quintrell carefully cradled the baby and smiled tenderly. “Darling baby, do you know how worried your dad must be right now? I would pay a million to see his expression right now.”

As soon as he spoke, his smile froze in place the moment he lifted the blankets.

Quintrell's gaze burned with fury in a matter of seconds. He raised his leg and kicked his subordinate, demanding, “What is this? Were you carrying out your mission like some brainless robot?”

Taken by surprise, his subordinate fell to the ground. She had been expecting some praise for her work and instead seemed horrified. “I-I didn't make a mistake.”

“Take a good look at what you've brought back!”

The blankets fell to the ground and out rolled a fake baby doll.

The unease that struck her earlier returned. It was a trap!

She stammered, “W-We sent people in to confirm this earlier. They did see that Newton fellow move the baby to this ward...”

“Excuses!”

A frightening expression appeared on Quintrell's face, and his subordinate kept her head lowered. She pleaded repeatedly for mercy, but he waved some men forward and ordered, “Take her away.”

Alas, her anguished pleas fell on deaf ears as she was dragged away.

Channing stood aside quietly and fiddled with the bangle on his hand. He finally spoke up for the first time that night. “I said it before. My men are only responsible for creating an opportunity for your men to infiltrate. What happens after is none of my business.”

Despite his wooden expression, his tone betrayed his expectations that the kidnapping would fail.

He yawned slowly and clicked his tongue before muttering, “Complaining about the caliber of my men when your men also fell for his tricks? I wonder if you'd get to keep your head when Mr. Wendell finds out about this.”

Quintrell turned around and shot Channing a piercing gaze. “Hmph, why should we be scared? We still have a trump card on our hands.”

He straightened out his clothes and slowly stretched his neck. “Our lovely Mrs. Jenson must still be waiting in the basement. Let me check on her.”

Jasper hurriedly stopped him and said coldly, “Quintrell, let me remind you that Mr. Kron was the one who kidnapped Mrs. Jenson. She has nothing to do with you. Don't try to have any designs on her because you failed to find yourself another hostage.”

The capable subordinate was rapidly becoming an eyesore to Quintrell. He argued, “Mr. Kron, we've already poked the hornet's nest. If we don't make use of Mrs. Jenson now, you'll lose your opportunity for a pretty penny.”

Channing shook his head and warned, “I'm sorry, but I've lost complete faith in you after this failure. If you still desire a partnership, you'll need to invite Mr. Wendell down in person.”

Even Quintrell knew that his humiliating failure would be difficult to forgive without Hamish's personal involvement.

He eventually nodded in agreement after a prolonged staredown with Channing.

“Fine.”