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.

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

him

the latter wanted to call the doctor but

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

over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my

the signal was

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

you mention

said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could

her try to call different phones continuously

she could

toy now. If she kicked him in

She calmed herself down.

function, can your chip expose your location

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

car to escape, but

stressing each syllable, “Where is the

embedded under the skin of one’s

it would be quite bloody to cut off his skin, for her freedom

his tummy. “It’s in

Florence was

had my appendix cut

under the

corners twitched fiercely. She

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

she forced to cut it open, he

be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make

on him, so his men had already caught up with them

pay any attention,

to

Florence’s pale face and her panic, Benjamin curled up

alone. You can never escape from

under his

Florence tightened his body.

could be Benjamin’s man, secretly