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.

back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled

watched him recede, frowning

back then, when Ernest was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used some means to block

signal around her was blocked, so she

at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

intelligent chip on my

enough, the signal

looking

didn’t you mention

curled his lips and said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could get

he watched her try to call

wished that she could

him in anger, he probably would die directly. She had

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose your location

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

in Benjamin’s car. However, much to

the car

stressing each

chip was embedded under the skin of one’s

bloody to cut off his skin, for her freedom

pointed at his tummy. “It’s in

Florence

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

the

fiercely. She looked slightly

the chip but

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

a doctor, there would be an outsider. Benjamin

him, so his men had

pay any attention, she could

to

Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile,

You can never escape from

under

Florence tightened his body.

be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for