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.

was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to continue his

watched him

hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but

signal around her was blocked, so she

over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

he answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body. When I’m in trouble, the

enough, the

deeply, looking

didn’t you mention it

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

to call different phones continuously

wished that she could kick

him in anger, he probably would die directly.

She calmed herself down.

function, can your chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

change the car to

solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is the

chip was embedded under the skin of one’s

cut off his skin, for her freedom and safety, Florence was

pointed at his tummy. “It’s in

it?” Florence

appendix cut before, so the chip was

the skin but inside

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She

his skin to take out the chip

If she forced to cut it open,

doctor, there would be an outsider.

men had already caught up with them

she didn’t pay any attention, she

to take

and her panic, Benjamin curled

You can never escape

was under his

Florence tightened his body.

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