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.

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

watched him recede,

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

was blocked, so she couldn’t

looked over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal was

looking at Benjamin

you

and said naturally, “I didn’t hope

watched her try to call

that she

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

She calmed herself down.

chip expose your location as

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

teeth. She had guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car.

the car to escape, but

approached him and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable,

such kind of chip was embedded under

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

at his tummy.

it?” Florence

cut before, so

under the skin

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She

to take out the chip but she dared not

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

would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would

so his men had already caught up with

any attention, she

to

curled up his lips

alone. You can never escape from

was under

Florence tightened his body.

Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting