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.

is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the

him recede, frowning

in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to

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

over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

of lying, he answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body.

enough, the signal

looking

didn’t you mention it

his lips and said naturally, “I didn’t

watched her try to call

that she

a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would die directly. She

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose your location as

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise, he also had such a

the car

and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is

of chip was embedded under the skin of

be quite bloody to cut off his skin, for her freedom and safety, Florence was willing

his tummy. “It’s in

Florence was

my appendix cut before, so

the skin

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked

the chip but

a doctor. If she forced to cut it open, he

an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some

he had GPS on him, so his men had already caught

any attention, she

dare to take

panic, Benjamin curled up his lips

are alone. You can never escape

under his control

Florence tightened his body.

could be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance to take the