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 would sever all connections with him to retain Ernest’s

cruel but it worked to maintain the highest degree of

of this power after great consideration, losing any of them would be a huge

the elites who he took great effort to groom

Florence nodded anyway. Whether it was Stanford or Ernest, she actually had little exposure and

only thing she was certain of

many messages started to appear

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

Florence, there was a hint of disappointment in Ernest’s

with

that moment, it looked like his plan would

his mind. She shook her head and continued reaching for the grapes to

can go ahead with your work. Don’t be bothered by me, I will sit here to accompany

that he would not overwork himself

up from a coma, his

concerned look warmed Ernest’s

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

grapes while looking

understand most of the contents on

although she was also concerned about Phoebe, she could not resist being hypnotized by the content she was seeing and unconsciously dozed off while resting her head on

head and noticed Florence who was lying next to

gaze was warm, and his mouth quirked at the corners helplessly. He thought that she could fight off her sleepiness for a longer period

reached out and placed his wide palm gently on her

called under his

who was sleeping

had

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

was time for her to

list of commands on the keyboard, he stood up and carefully

were gentle and did not disturb Florence’s

Ernest’s arms, as if she had found a source of warmth, she snuggled up into his arms like a kitten

her, Ernest

his arms, his wounds might have

concern, he walked out

that he