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 now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to

watched him recede, frowning

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

her was blocked, so she

looked over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

didn’t you mention it

“I didn’t hope you

try to call different phones continuously and

that she could kick

he was like a broken toy now. If she kicked him in

She calmed herself down.

your chip

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

change the car to escape, but

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

such kind of chip was embedded under the

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

pointed at his tummy.

it?” Florence was

explained, “I’ve had my appendix cut before, so the

under the

twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

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

she forced to cut it open,

to a doctor, there would be an outsider.

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

pay any attention, she could be

didn’t dare to take

panic, Benjamin curled

You can never

was under his

Florence tightened his body.

surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man,