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

him

then, when Ernest was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but

the signal around her was blocked, so she

looked over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal was

deeply, looking at

didn’t you

“I didn’t hope you

her try to call different phones continuously and enjoyed

she could kick

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

She calmed herself down.

can your chip

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her

change the car

approached him and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is

embedded

bloody to cut off his skin,

his tummy. “It’s in

Florence was

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

under the skin

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

cut off his skin to take out the chip but she dared not

a doctor. If she forced to cut

be an outsider.

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

didn’t pay any attention, she could

dare to take

Benjamin curled

alone. You can

was under

Florence tightened his body.

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