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.

back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?”

watched him recede,

recalled that back then, when Ernest was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the

blocked, so

looked over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the signal

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

you mention

said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could

to call different phones

wished that she could kick

in anger,

She calmed herself down.

chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to

change the car

asked solemnly, stressing each syllable,

was embedded

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

his tummy.

Florence was

cut before, so the

was not under the

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked slightly

skin to take out the chip but she

If she forced to cut it

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

him, so his men had already caught up with them

any attention,

didn’t dare to take

and her panic, Benjamin curled

alone. You can never escape

was under his

Florence tightened his body.

could be Benjamin’s man, secretly