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.

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

watched him recede,

found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used some

signal around her was blocked,

over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

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

the signal was

looking

didn’t you mention

lips and said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could get in touch

call different

that she could

him in anger, he probably would

She calmed herself down.

this function, can your chip expose your location

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

change the car to

stressing each syllable, “Where

embedded under

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

his tummy. “It’s

it?” Florence

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

the

fiercely. She looked slightly

his skin to take out the chip

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

be an outsider. Benjamin probably would make some

so his men had already

attention, she could be caught

didn’t dare to take

face and her panic, Benjamin curled up

are alone. You can never escape

was under

Florence tightened his body.

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