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.

The signal is back. So weird. Why was it gone just

watched him recede, frowning

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

around her was blocked, so she couldn’t

at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

lying, he answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body. When

the signal

deeply, looking at

you mention

naturally, “I didn’t hope

call different phones continuously and enjoyed

she

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

She calmed herself down.

can your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car.

car

solemnly, stressing each syllable,

chip was embedded under the skin of

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

his tummy. “It’s in

Florence was

cut before, so the chip was put in

not under the skin

corners twitched fiercely. She looked

out the chip but

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

doctor, there would be an

GPS on him, so his men had already caught

she didn’t pay any attention, she could

dare to

Benjamin curled up his lips

alone. You can

was under his control

Florence tightened his body.

surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance