My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

After a long while, Timothy came in with a tablet. Looking solemnly, he passed it to Ernest.

“Mr. Hawkins, I’m afraid something is wrong.”

Ernest’s eyes suddenly dimmed, and his breath became heavier.

His bad hunch seemed to be confirmed.

He immediately took over the tablet. After he took a glance, his face fell.

On the video that was taken by the mini drone, Wendell was sitting in a place where there was no one around. He was half lying on the deck chair, with a glass of fruit juice in his hand, enjoying the sunshine.

He looked as if he was on vacation.

Not far from him, people who got off from the ship started to move things out to build a house. It seemed that they were going to build up a temporary cabin.

Timothy looked nervous. “Wendell shouldn’t be able to find that we are following him. Or, this must be another way for them to go back to the family. He pretended to bask in the sunshine, deceiving his followers.”

“Crack!”

The tablet snapped.

Ernest looked extremely annoyed, emanating the violent and frightening anger.

“We’re tricked!” he squeezed the words between his teeth.

Timothy’s expression changed dramatically.

Tricked?

He wondered if that meant that Wendell had detoured so much but he wasn’t heading to the Fraser family at all. Instead, he led them here for fun.

“There's no way he'll find out about our tracking method. How on earth has he found out?”

Timothy still couldn’t believe it. Based on his sense, he could tell that Wendell had no idea that they were following him at the beginning

ordered coldly, “Let’s go

the loud noise caused by the propeller, the helicopter

blew

all. He took another sip of the juice and then sat straight, looking at the man

with the wind. He was like a devil coming out of the dark, and

He looked so dangerous.

step by step. Then

was stiffened. As if he was gazed

going on? He had experienced a lot of ups and downs, but he was freaked out by a young man. Wendell

the Turner family, Wendell wondered how powerful he would

smile, he raised the glass of

you came. Let’s have

as he finished speaking, a servant brought them a goblet and poured red wine in it. Then another deck chair was put

had been

eyes became

“Lord Wendell, are you sure you want

tracking was his most gentle method. If Wendell was still unwilling to cooperate, he would use

helicopter, his men had

He had seen Jennifer’s domineering manner on Ernest, and the latter was more

be willing

However...

shook his head. “You’ve been following

pressed his thin

would track me. The ship that picked me up was indeed the Fraser family’s ship. Whenever

off here. When I arrived on this island, they told me that you were following me. My qualification for going back to the Fraser family has

a dangerous glance at the servants

those were from the Fraser

did something

any decision,

take a transfer, the servants will be changed. Only the servants who pick us up on the last ship truly belong to the

on the island also

except for Wendell had ever been to the Fraser family’s house before. They just served and