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 Evanter in the


    night.


    As he nearedpletion, a knock on the office door interrupted him. Without lifting his head, Reuben


    said, “Come in.”


    The door opened, revealing a man in sunsses.


    “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?”


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


    “Call Mr. Jordan now!” Reuben eximed.


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


    Distraught, Reuben copsed on the chair andmented, “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 thepany!”


    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 thepany?”


    The pilot shook his head, exining, “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 minutester, Reuben and Julian reached the monitoring room.


    Seeing the ck 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


    hispany. It looked like there were spies in hispany, and he needed further screening to find


    them.


    When the pilot felt Evan’s gaze, he exined, “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. Youckbat 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.