My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

When the people in the video conference heard Florence’s question, the dark-skinned man immediately said with a proud face,

“Mr. Hawkins’s power is so immense, even…”

His sentence was interrupted by a sudden ringing voice from the computer.

Everyone in the video conference had received a file.

Simultaneously, Timothy’s voice came from the computer. “Sir, complete information about Phoebe Jenkins has been gathered and is now uploaded to your computer. Her accurate location has been pinpointed. Surveillance cameras are covering the whole area and preparation work is already completed.”

Once Timothy’s voice had ended, people who were previously staring at Florence with burning eyes were now looking at the computer in a serious manner.

Ernest pressed the keys on his keyboard. Phoebe’s information instantly showed up on a screen of another computer.

Facing him was a casual photo of bare-faced Phoebe.

Below them were her basic information: height, weight, fashion style, habits and etc.

Florence followed his gaze to the screen and understood something at once. Ernest carried out an investigation to collect detailed information about Phoebe and would then instruct his men to find her.

Just as she expected, Ernest instructed everyone in the video conference,

“Study the information thoroughly and start the operation immediately. You all must find her in three days.”

“Yes, Sir!”

His men answered uniformly and then logged out one by one.

The small icons on the screen disappeared one after another. Finally, there was none left.

However, on the webpage, the icons turned into green dots with symbols, arranged in a sequence on the computer screen.

It seemed like each of the dots was representing one of the attendees of the video conference just now.

Ernest explained, “These dots are their signal lights, if they are online, they can be contacted at any time. But if the lights turn red, it means that they are in an emergency situation, communication will be cut off immediately.”

The identities of these people were special, they worked undercover in every location, holding different positions in every industry and moreover, they took up the key positions. Their real identities would be at risk of being exposed while carrying out secret tasks.

Once one’s cover had been blown, he would immediately cut off all contacts to prevent involvement of more people.

be notified and hence they would sever

to maintain the highest degree

use of this power after

he took great effort to groom for many

was Stanford or Ernest, she actually had little

was certain of was they would

many messages started to appear on the

Florence, “I might be busy for some time, you can

hint of disappointment in Ernest’s eyes, he

sleep with Florence in

like his

mind.

be bothered by me, I will

he would not overwork himself

all, he had just woken up from a coma, his body could not withstand such

look

else, placed his slender fingers again on the keyboard and started

the grapes while looking

not understand most of the contents

by the content she was seeing and unconsciously dozed off while resting

noticed Florence who was lying next

mouth quirked at the corners helplessly. He thought that she could fight

out and placed his wide palm gently on her

called

was sleeping comfortably did

looked like she had fallen into deep

she had been by his side for the entire time and had not been able to sleep well. Now, since a weight was lifted off her

for her to

the keyboard, he stood up and

and did not

had found a source of warmth, she snuggled up into his

her, Ernest smiled

of his arms, his

that it was nothing of concern, he walked out of the

it was likely that he would be working