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 mumbled and redialed

him

recalled that back then, when Ernest was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the

was blocked, so she

looked over at

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

my body. When I’m in trouble, the

enough, the signal

looking at Benjamin

you mention it

said naturally, “I didn’t hope

watched her try to call different phones continuously

she could kick

now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would die directly. She had to

She calmed herself down.

can your chip expose your location as

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise, he also had such a

car to escape, but

and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable,

was embedded under the skin of

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

pointed at his tummy. “It’s in

Florence

explained, “I’ve had my appendix cut before,

was not under the skin but inside his

twitched fiercely.

out the chip but she

forced to cut

him to a doctor, there would be an

on him, so his men had already caught up with them already

any attention, she could

to

face and her panic, Benjamin curled up

can

was under

Florence tightened his body.

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