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.

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

him recede, frowning

her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the

if the signal around her was blocked, so she couldn’t

over at Benjamin

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the signal

deeply, looking at Benjamin

you mention it

said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could

watched her try to call different phones

wished that she could kick

him in anger, he probably would die directly.

She calmed herself down.

can your chip expose your location as

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

She had guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However,

the car to escape,

solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is the

such kind of chip was embedded under the skin

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

pointed at his tummy.

it?” Florence

had my appendix cut before, so the chip

not under the

corners twitched fiercely. She

the chip but she

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

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

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

didn’t pay any attention, she

to take the

face and her panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a

You can never

under his control

Florence tightened his body.

felt that everyone surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance to