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.

The signal is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he

him recede, frowning

her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the

around her was blocked,

looked over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal

looking

you

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

her try to call different

wished that she could kick

in anger, he probably would die directly. She had to

She calmed herself down.

chip expose your

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

the car to escape,

solemnly, stressing each

chip was embedded under the

quite bloody to cut off his skin, for

at his tummy. “It’s

Florence was

had my appendix cut before, so

under the

fiercely. She looked slightly

dared to cut off his skin to take out the chip

a doctor. If she forced to

doctor, there would be an

on him, so his men had

attention, she could be

didn’t dare to take the

panic, Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile,

can

was under his control

Florence tightened his body.

everyone surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting