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.

So weird. Why was it gone just

watched him

hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used some means to block the

was blocked, so she couldn’t

over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

enough, the

deeply, looking

you

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

call

that she could kick

in anger, he probably would die

She calmed herself down.

your chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

car. However, much to her surprise, he

the car to escape,

asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is

chip was embedded under the skin

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

his tummy. “It’s

it?” Florence was

my appendix cut

was not under the skin but

twitched fiercely. She looked

out the chip but she dared not to

to

an outsider. Benjamin probably would

his men had already caught up

didn’t pay any attention, she

didn’t dare to take the

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

can never escape from

was under

Florence tightened his body.

be Benjamin’s