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.

was it gone just now?” he mumbled

him recede,

Stanford, the latter wanted to call

around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make

at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

he answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body.

enough, the signal

deeply, looking at

didn’t you mention

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

her try to call different phones

that she could

broken toy now. If she kicked him in

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

car to

stressing

of chip was embedded

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

his tummy. “It’s

Florence was

had my appendix cut before, so the chip was put in

not under the skin but inside his

mouth corners twitched fiercely.

his skin to take out the chip but

a doctor. If she forced to cut it open,

be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some trouble and escape from

so his men had already caught up with

any attention, she

didn’t dare to take the

her panic, Benjamin curled up

You can

under

Florence tightened his body.

could be Benjamin’s man,