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

watched him recede,

the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest

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

over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

chip on my body. When I’m in trouble, the

enough, the

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

you mention it

and said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could get in touch

try to call different phones continuously and enjoyed

that she

him in anger, he probably

She calmed herself down.

can your chip expose your location as

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

could change the car to escape, but

solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where

such kind of chip was embedded under the

cut off his skin, for her

pointed at his tummy. “It’s

it?” Florence

my appendix cut before, so the chip was

was not under the

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

skin to take out the chip but she

to cut it

to a doctor, there would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would

men had

she didn’t pay any attention, she could be

dare to

noticing Florence’s pale face and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into

alone. You can never escape from

under his control

Florence tightened his body.

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