Leaving While Pregnant：He Goes Crazy！
Chapter 441 What If Something Happens

So, Eva was directed back to her desk, while others kept watch by the windows and the door.

If there had been a camera pointed at the office at that moment, one might think she was the moll of some mafia boss.

Her mood for work was non-existent; she kept her phone with her at all times, anxious not to miss any message. Though she lacked the spirit for work, she pushed through and managed to get some tasks done, including receiving a boarding notification from Jacob.

After his plane took off, connecting with him became more difficult; she could only wait for him to land.

Her phone was silent all afternoon, but just as Eva was preparing to pack up for the day, it rang.

Without thinking, she snatched it up, only to see a call from an unfamiliar international number. Who could this be?

Without a second thought, she answered the call swiftly.

"Hello?"

Secretly, she hoped it was Adrian Blackwood on the line, telling her he was alright, and that he could only reach her using this number for the time being.

But Eva didn't dare to call out his name right away.

"You've gone back to using this number, I see."

Yet what reached her ears was a voice gentle yet tinged with a touch of coldness.

That voice...

A chill ran through Eva, and just as she was about to speak, the caller said, "Is that new number I gave you not working, Eva?"

The caller's voice held a coolness that felt as if it could seep through the phone and envelop her entirely.

"Or perhaps, you don't like that number, think the last digits aren't pretty enough? Should I get you another one?"

It took a moment for Eva to process. Biting her lower lip, she finally managed to ask, "What do you really want to say? Is all this necessary?"

It was only when Michael Cooper threw another question her way that Eva gathered her thoughts and spoke up.

The bodyguards around her immediately formed a protective circle at her uneasy expression.

"Ha..." The phone carried the carefree laughter of Michael Cooper. "Alright, if our Eva replaces my musings so dull, how about we discuss something more intriguing?" His words sent a tight clench in Eva's chest, and her eyelids twitched.

"What do you mean by that?" she asked.

"Aren't you bored with the conversation? Let's switch it up."

Eva held her breath, remaining silent. The head bodyguard noticed her tension and gestured to see if she needed assistance.

She shook her head at him.

He resigned to wait quietly.

"What are you trying to say?"

"Well, something of interest to you, like... returning to my side."

Eva: "..."

"If I'm not mistaken, you must be quite anxious right now? Can't get ahold of him, can you?"

After much beating around the bush, Eva finally heard the point of interest. Narrowing her eyes, she demanded, "Is he with you? What have you done to him?"

What was going on? Wasn't Michael Cooper injured too? How had Adrian Blackwood fallen for his tricks?

But after her questioning, the line fell silent.

The prolonged silence was agonizing for Eva, and she pressed, "Speak up."

At her challenge, a chuckle came through the phone.

"When will you show me the same concern you have for him? I'd willingly die for you then."

""

Eva bit her lower lip. "Don't do this."

"Don't do what? Had I been like this sooner, would you have never left the country? Maybe letting you go was where I went wrong. At least when you were abroad, you wouldn't be by someone else's side even if you didn't accept me." His words made Eva close her eyes, taking a deep breath before asking again, "Is he with you? What have you done to him?"

"Don't have the patience to hear anything else?" he teased.

"I..."

"If you really want to know how he is, why not come and see for yourself?"

Eva caught her breath.

"Until you show up in front of me, I won't say a word about his situation."

She bit her lip again.

"Everything was fine, why must it be this way?"

"Heh."

Michael Cooper's laugh was low, "Yeah, everything was fine. So why did you go back home?"

Eva was at a loss for words; their conversation had become impossible.

"Come over, I'll be waiting at our old spot."

Michael Cooper was about to hang up when Eva Hansen's voice quivered with urgency, "Wait-where is he? What did you do to him?"

"There's nothing I'm going to say until I see you, Eva," Michael's voice was firm. "And don't even bother trying to replace him."

With that, he disconnected the call, leaving Eva staring at her silent phone, a frown etching into her face. Shaking off her shock, she immediately redialed the number, but now it seemed completely unreachable. After multiple failed attempts, the head bodyguard noticed Eva's growing anxiety and intervened. "Ms. Hansen, please, take it easy. Tell us what's wrong, and we'll help you handle it."

Eva quickly briefed them on her conversation and handed over the number she'd been given.

Their team got to work without delay, placing calls and running checks.

In the meantime, Eva made two more attempts to reach Adrian Blackwood's mobile number, to no avail.

Minutes later, they had an update for her.

"Ms. Hansen, our technical team has traced the call back to an old-fashioned phone booth."

A phone booth? Eva was taken aback. Were there still old-fashioned phone booths around?

She pressed her lips together, remembering Michael's words about not revealing anything until they met. Had he used a phone she couldn't trace on purpose?

With that thought, she rifled through her contacts and dialed Michael's personal number.

The line rang but soon switched to an automated message indicating the call couldn't be completed.

Her only option, it seemed, was to wait for Michael to contact her again or to go abroad in search of him.

While the bodyguards weren't privy to the turmoil of thoughts swirling in Eva's mind, their duty remained clear-to ensure her safety.

The lead bodyguard spoke up, "Ms. Hansen, ensuring your safety is paramount to Mr. Blackwood. Please don't do anything rash."

Eva, who had been struggling with how to broach the subject, seized the opportunity provided by his advice.

She turned to face him, "What if, hypothetically, Mr. Blackwood were in trouble?"

The bodyguard was taken aback.

"And what if he wasn't able to handle the payment for your services?"