Trapped in Love

Chapter 912

Reuben began organizing the documents on the desk upon entering the office.

After sorting them, he took shots of the important ones, intending to send them to Evan later in the night.

As he neared completion, a knock on the office door interrupted him. Without lifting his head, Reuben said, “Come in.”

The door opened, revealing a man in sunglasses.

“Mr. Murphy, is Mr. Jordan ready? We should set off now,” the man stated.

In response, both Reuben and Julian looked up.

Reuben’s expression shifted instantly upon recognizing the helicopter’s pilot. “Aren’t you supposed to be in the helicopter?”

The pilot frowned and asked, “Didn’t I text you that I was in the washroom?”

Reuben checked his pocket while Julian pointed out, “Your phone is on the coffee table.” NôvelDrama.Org content rights.

“Call Mr. Jordan now!” Reuben exclaimed.

Julian promptly made the call, but Evan’s phone was off.

Distraught, Reuben collapsed on the chair and lamented, “We’re screwed. We’ve protected him so well,

but someone still managed to take advantage of it.”

Julian sternly asked, “Did you tell anyone that Mr. Jordan is leaving?”

“No!” Reuben responded vexedly. “I just informed the pilot!”

Julian punched the wall. “Motherfucker! There must be spies in the company!”

Reuben said, “It’s not the time for that now. We must find Mr. Jordan as soon as possible!”

Julian turned to the pilot, asking, “Is there another private helicopter in the company?”

The pilot shook his head, explaining, “No, we rarely use the private helicopter.”

“The monitoring screen!” Reuben suggested. “Let’s check where the helicopter has flown to.”

“Come. Let’s go to the monitoring room,” the pilot proposed.

Five minutes later, Reuben and Julian reached the monitoring room.

Seeing the black screen, Reuben realized the severity of the situation; their enemy didn’t want them to know Evan’s destination.

Julian stood nearby and cursed profusely.

Reuben’s heart sank–he didn’t even know the number of people on the helicopter or Evan’s current state.

At the same time, Evan focused on the pilot in the helicopter, realizing he wasn’t the designated pilot of his company. It looked like there were spies in his company, and he needed further screening to find them.

When the pilot felt Evan’s gaze, he explained, “Stop looking at me this way. I’m under someone’s order.”

Evan sneered. “Why not tell me your goal since I can’t escape now?”

The pilot mocked, “It’s simple. We’re going to let you fall off the sky and die miserably.”

He unbuckled and opened the cabin door, facing Evan.

“Consider yourself lucky. I don’t use a knife. You won’t feel pain when you die.”

Evan clutched his phone. As the pilot approached, Evan scoffed. “We’ll see if you have the power to throw me off the helicopter.”

Infuriated, the pilot warned, “Don’t resist. We’ve checked your background. You lack combat skills.”

Evan retorted, “We’ll see if you have the power to throw me off the helicopter.” “You’re courting death!” the pilot barked and extended his hands toward Evan.