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.

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

watched him

and almost found by Stanford, the latter

the signal around her was blocked,

at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

intelligent chip on my body. When

the signal

deeply, looking at Benjamin

you mention

and said naturally, “I didn’t

call different

she

a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

had guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to

car to escape, but

approached him and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable,

of chip was embedded under the

his skin, for her freedom

his tummy. “It’s

it?” Florence

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

was not under the skin but inside his

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She

to take out the chip but she dared not to cut his

If she forced to cut it open,

a doctor, there would be an

on him, so his men had already

didn’t pay any attention, she could be

to take

Florence’s pale face and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile, looking

alone. You can never escape

was under

Florence tightened his body.

surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man,