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.

and hence they

it worked to maintain the

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

he took great

did not fully understand what he had said, Florence nodded anyway. Whether it was Stanford or Ernest, she actually had little exposure and

of was they would

the green lights, many messages started

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

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

had planned to sleep with Florence in his arms that

moment, it looked like his plan would be

had this matter on his mind. She shook her head and

work. Don’t be bothered by

that he would not overwork himself and stay up until

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

look warmed Ernest’s

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

was peeling the grapes while looking at the

not understand most of the contents

not resist being hypnotized by the content she

who was lying next to

quirked at the corners helplessly. He thought that she

and placed his wide

called under

sleeping comfortably did not

like she had fallen

past few days, she had been by his side for the entire time and had not been able

to have a good night’s

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

and did not disturb Florence’s sleep at

a source of warmth, she snuggled up into his

her, Ernest

his arms, his wounds might

that it was nothing of concern, he walked out of the room with steady

likely that he would be