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

him recede, frowning

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

around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make the phone call at

over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal was

deeply, looking

you mention

“I didn’t hope you could get in touch with

watched her try to call different phones continuously

that she

now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably

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, much to her surprise, he also had such a thing

could change the car

solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where

of chip was embedded under the

to cut off his skin, for her

his

Florence

“I’ve had my appendix cut before, so the chip was put

the skin but inside his

twitched fiercely. She looked

out the chip but she dared not

she forced to cut it open, he would be

would be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some

GPS on him, so his men had already

pay any attention, she could be

to

Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy

You can

under

Florence tightened his body.

be Benjamin’s man,