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.

hence they

was cruel but it worked to

would only make use of this power after great consideration, losing

took great

nodded anyway. Whether it was Stanford or Ernest,

only thing she was certain of was they

lights, many messages started to appear

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

there was a hint of disappointment in Ernest’s eyes, he seemed to be

sleep with Florence

his plan would be

Ernest actually had this matter on his mind. She shook her head and continued reaching for the grapes to

work. Don’t be bothered by me, I will

monitor Ernest so that he would not overwork himself and stay up

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

look

did not say anything else, placed his slender fingers again on the keyboard and started to operate on the

grapes while looking at the computer

understand most of the

also concerned about Phoebe, she could not resist being hypnotized by the

head and noticed Florence who was lying next to him and

helplessly. He thought that she could fight off her sleepiness

his wide palm gently on her

he called under

was sleeping comfortably did not

had fallen into

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

her to have a

the keyboard, he stood up and carefully carried

movements were gentle and did

had found a source of warmth, she snuggled up into his arms like a kitten and

her, Ernest

both of his arms, his

he walked out of the room with steady

that he would be working