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.

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

watched him

and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used some means to block the signal

if the signal around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make the phone

looked over at Benjamin with

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

chip on my

enough, the signal was

deeply, looking at Benjamin

you

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

he watched her try to call different phones continuously and

wished that she could kick

he was like a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would

She calmed herself down.

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

the car to escape, but

asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is the

chip was embedded

off his skin,

his tummy.

Florence

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

under the

mouth corners twitched fiercely. She looked

out the chip but she dared

she forced to cut it open, he would

pushed him to a doctor, there would be an outsider.

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

pay any attention,

to

panic, Benjamin curled up his

alone. You can

under

Florence tightened his body.

felt that everyone surrounding them could be Benjamin’s man,