My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

It was quite crowded on the street. If she kept poking against his neck with the scissors, the crowd would mistake her as a criminal.

Benjamin’s men shouldn’t be so capable to snipe her here.

The most important for her now was to ensure where she was so that she could contact Stanford to save her.

Florence kept driving. When she found a far-off lane, she pulled over the car and moved Benjamin out, pushing him in the wheelchair.

Benjamin looked at her in confusion. “Flory, what are you doing?”

“Shut up.”

Florence wrapped Benjamin’s face with a scarf. Only his eyes were exposed.

After making him look like a patient without any abnormality, she pushed him towards a telephone booth.

She had observed while driving here through -- there were telephone booths along the street. She could contact Stanford.

Florence pushed Benjamin into the telephone booth. Then she dialed Stanford’s number.

“Beep--”

The phone was cut off after a beep.

Florence looked at the phone in confusion, wondering what had happened. Was the telephone broken down?

She dialed the number again.

However, it was the same as the first time. After a beep, it was cut off.

Florence frowned. She tried three times, but the same thing happened. She immediately changed to another telephone booth.

She had tried all the telephone booths nearby, but she failed all the time.

She wondered why.

In confusion, Florence became uneasier and uneasier.

“Hello? Hello?... Why is my call cut off? So weird. It worked well just now. Suddenly there’s no signal on my phone,” right then, a passerby said while holding his cell phone.

Then he kept checking the signal. After he was a dozen meters apart, he sighed in confusion again.

The signal is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he

watched him recede, frowning

Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest

signal around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make the

at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

chip on my body.

the signal was

deeply, looking

you

naturally, “I didn’t

her try to call

she

kicked him in anger, he probably

She calmed herself down.

chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However,

could change the car

him and asked solemnly, stressing each

was embedded under the

skin, for her freedom and

at his tummy.

it?” Florence

frankly explained, “I’ve had my appendix cut before, so the chip was put

was not under the skin but inside

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

off his skin to take out the

wasn’t a doctor. If she forced to cut it open, he would be

doctor, there would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some

GPS on him, so his men had already caught up

attention, she

dare to

and her panic, Benjamin curled

can never escape

under his control

Florence tightened his body.

felt that everyone surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance to