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.

signal is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number

watched him recede,

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

the signal around her was blocked, so

over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal was

deeply, looking at Benjamin

you

his lips and said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could get in

to call different phones continuously

wished that she could kick

him in anger, he probably would die directly.

She calmed herself down.

your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise, he also had such a thing on

change the car to escape, but

and asked solemnly, stressing

kind of chip was embedded

be quite bloody to cut off his skin, for

pointed at his tummy.

it?” Florence

my appendix cut before, so the chip was

under the

mouth corners twitched fiercely.

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

a doctor. If she forced to cut it open, he

to a doctor, there would be an

had GPS on him, so his men had

she didn’t pay any attention, she

to

curled up

are alone. You can never escape

under his

Florence tightened his body.

could be Benjamin’s man,