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.

is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to

watched him recede, frowning

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

blocked, so she couldn’t

at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the signal was

looking

you mention

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

watched her try to call

that she could kick

a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would die directly. She had to suppress her

She calmed herself down.

function, can your chip expose your location

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise,

could change the car to escape, but

asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where

such kind of chip was embedded

be quite bloody to cut off his skin, for her

pointed at his tummy. “It’s

it?” Florence

my appendix cut before, so the chip was put

was not under the skin but inside his

twitched fiercely.

the chip but she

to cut it

be an outsider. Benjamin probably would

he had GPS on him, so his men had already

she didn’t pay any attention, she could

dare to take

and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a

You can never

was under his

Florence tightened his body.

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