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.

would also be notified and hence they would sever all connections with

it worked to maintain the highest degree

use of this power after great consideration, losing any of them

were the elites who he took great effort to

anyway. Whether it was Stanford or Ernest, she actually had

was certain of was they

many messages started to

turned his head to face Florence, “I might be busy for some time, you can

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

he had planned to sleep with Florence in

his plan would be postponed

think that Ernest actually had this matter on his mind. She shook her head and continued reaching

work. Don’t be bothered by

continue to monitor Ernest so that he would not overwork himself

just woken up from a coma,

look

else, placed his slender fingers again on the keyboard and

while looking

most of

could not resist being hypnotized by the content she was

who was lying next to him

warm, and his mouth quirked at the corners helplessly. He thought that she could

out and placed his wide

called under his

was sleeping

had

had not been able to sleep well. Now, since a weight

was time for her to have a good night’s

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

and did not

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

at her, Ernest

at both of his arms, his

that it was nothing of concern, he walked out

likely that he would