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

him recede, frowning

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

the signal around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make the phone call at

at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the signal was

frowned deeply, looking

you

and said naturally, “I didn’t

he watched her try to call

that she could kick

now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would die directly.

She calmed herself down.

your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

car

stressing each syllable,

embedded under the skin of

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

pointed at his

Florence was

appendix cut before, so the chip

the skin

corners twitched fiercely. She

the chip but she dared not

she forced to

she pushed him to a doctor, there would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some trouble and escape

he had GPS on him, so his men

she didn’t pay any attention,

didn’t dare to take

Florence’s pale face and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile, looking

alone. You can

under

Florence tightened his body.

felt that everyone surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man,