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.

weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to continue

him recede, frowning

hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter

around her was blocked, so she couldn’t

looked over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

an intelligent chip on my body. When I’m in trouble, the signal around me is

enough, the

frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin

you

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

he watched her try to call different phones

wished that she

him in anger, he probably would die directly.

She calmed herself down.

function, can your chip expose

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

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

car

and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable,

embedded under the

be quite bloody to cut off his skin, for her

his

Florence

appendix cut before, so the chip was

was not under the skin but inside his

corners twitched fiercely. She

out the chip but she dared not to cut his belly

to cut

him to a doctor, there would be an outsider.

men had already caught up with them already

pay any attention, she could

dare to

Benjamin curled up his lips into a happy smile,

You can

was under his

Florence tightened his body.

be Benjamin’s man, secretly waiting for the chance