You're Just My Ex-Husband,My Lord-Chapter 172- panic

After returning home and resting for a while, Laurent went to the company early the next day, resuming work after her leave.

However, when she entered the office, she noticed that Maggie’s seat was empty. Once Samantha arrived, Laurent quickly asked her,

"Samantha, where’s Maggie?"

Samantha casually responded, "Oh, with her attitude at work, she was just fired by the factory manager yesterday."

Laurent was quite surprised. "What? She got fired?"

Samantha sighed in exasperation, "Don’t even mention her. She’s never been able to get her letter of credit right. You used to help her, but after you were on leave, she made frequent mistakes, and Danny finally got fed up and fired her."

Samantha wasn’t fond of Maggie either, speaking disdainfully, "At first, Danny and I thought her lively and outgoing personality would be perfect for client meetings, but who knew she was so lazy and couldn’t even grasp the basic knowledge. How could she handle clients like that?"

After hearing Samantha’s words, Laurent didn’t say anything more. In fact, Maggie’s attitude at work was bound to lead to her being fired sooner or later. No boss or superior could tolerate an employee who wasted time all day. It was just surprising that it happened so quickly.

As Laurent was about to sit down and focus on her own work, Samantha spoke again, "By the way, about the exhibition the boss mentioned, we’re leaving the day after tomorrow. You should take the next two days to prepare."

"Got it."

Laurent felt a mix of nervousness and excitement when she received the notification. After all, this was her first time attending a trade fair with Danny and Samantha. She didn’t expect to land any clients, but she was eager to learn as much as possible.

Since she had taken a few days off earlier, Laurent spent the entire day catching up on the accumulated work. She was so busy that she barely had time to drink water, and there were several messages on her phone that she didn’t even have time to check, let alone reply to.

Around the afternoon, Dave called. Laurent was on her way from the workshop to the sample room, hurrying to confirm the sample delivery schedule with the designer. She was practically jogging as she made her way there.

Upon hearing her out of breath, Dave couldn’t help but ask, "What are you doing? Why are you so tired?"

Laurent didn’t have much time to talk, "I’m busy. Do you need something? If not, I’m hanging up."

Dave paused for a moment. He didn’t really have anything urgent to discuss. He just missed her, wanted to hear her voice, and hoped to chat with her for a bit.

He had sent her many messages throughout the day, but she hadn’t replied. He was anxiously wondering if she had gone back to being the distant Laurent, the one who had been cold toward him before.

Having finished his work early, Dave had been standing by the office window, watching the sunset, when he suddenly had the urge to drive over and see her, even if it was just to have a meal together.

But what greeted him was the image of her hurrying around, so busy that she couldn’t even walk without almost running. With her this occupied, how could he possibly bring himself to disturb her?

Laurent noticed that he wasn’t speaking on the other end of the line. She figured he probably didn’t have anything important to say, so she said directly, "I’m hanging up. I’m busy."

Without waiting for a response, she ended the call.

Dave was left speechless, "She really hung up? How busy is she?"

While feeling concerned for her, Dave also couldn’t help but feel frustrated. He had told her to come work in the foreign trade department at Washington Inc., where he would give her the best opportunities, yet she chose to stay in that run-down factory instead.

Two days later, when Dave called Laurent again, her phone had been switched off.

He had called at least dozens of times, but there was no response.

Dave began to panic.

The sensation of not being able to reach her, of losing complete contact with her, made him restless and uneasy.

He immediately began to think of all sorts of bad possibilities, fearing something had happened to her. His mind raced with worries about what he would do if something happened to her—if she were to be in danger, what would he do with the rest of his life? What about their daughter?

In his desperation, he eventually called Laurent’s father. He knew Alex wouldn’t give him a warm reception, but he couldn’t care less at that moment; he just wanted to know if Laurent was okay.

When Alex saw that the call was from Dave, he immediately hung up. After a few more attempts, Cassy, curious about the repeated calls, asked him who had been calling. At first, Alex didn’t want to say, but eventually, Cassy grabbed his phone and saw it was Dave, calling repeatedly.

Thinking that Dave must be in urgent need of something, Cassy urged Alex to answer the phone.

Reluctantly, Alex picked up the call and said gruffly, "What’s the matter?"

On the other end, Dave was doing his best to suppress his anxiety, "Alex, please don’t be upset. I just wanted to ask why Laurent’s phone is unreachable. I’m really worried about her."

Alex wanted to snap at Dave, telling him not to worry, but Cassy kept signaling him to be quiet, so he reluctantly told Dave the truth:

"She went on a business trip. She’s probably on the plane right now."

Then, without saying another word, he hung up.

On the other end, when Dave heard that she was just on a business trip and likely in-flight, his whole body seemed to deflate. He slumped heavily into his office chair and let out several long, relieved sighs.

He wiped his forehead, which was slick with sweat from the tension he had been holding in, worried sick about her.

She was fine. She was fine.

But after that initial relief, a deep sense of disappointment settled in.

She went on a business trip and didn’t even bother to let him know? Didn’t she care about him at all? Did he even exist in her life anymore?

When Laurent turned her phone back on after landing, she saw that there were numerous missed calls from Dave—he had nearly flooded her phone with calls. She thought something must have been urgent, so she called him back, asking what was going on.

To her surprise, his voice on the other end was cold and distant.

"It’s nothing. I dialed the wrong number."

Laurent, "..."

A wrong number? If it was a wrong number, how could he have called her so many times that he almost made her phone crash?