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.

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

him recede,

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

the signal around her was blocked, so she

looked over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

chip on my body. When I’m

enough, the

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

didn’t you mention

didn’t hope you could

her try to call different

that she

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

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However,

the car to escape, but

asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is

kind of chip was embedded under the skin of one’s

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

his tummy. “It’s

Florence was

frankly explained, “I’ve had my appendix cut before, so the chip was put in

under the

fiercely. She looked

dared to cut off his skin to take out the chip but she dared

she forced to cut

to a doctor, there would be an outsider.

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

any attention, she

dare to take the

face and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile,

alone. You can never

under his control

Florence tightened his body.

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