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.

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but it worked to

use of this power

people were the elites who he took great effort

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

was certain of

lights, many messages started to appear on

busy for some time, you

a hint of disappointment in Ernest’s eyes, he

planned to sleep with

moment, it looked like his plan would

never think that Ernest actually had this matter on his mind. She shook her head and continued reaching for

Don’t be bothered by me,

to monitor Ernest so that he would not

up from a coma, his body

concerned look

say anything else, placed his slender fingers again on the keyboard and started to operate on

the grapes while looking

of the contents on the

being hypnotized by the content she

noticed Florence who was lying next to him and sleeping

He thought that she could fight off her sleepiness for a

out and placed his wide palm

he called under

who was sleeping comfortably did not

looked like she had fallen

had been by his side for the entire time and had not been able to

for her to

commands on the keyboard, he

gentle and did not disturb

as if she had found a source of warmth,

at her, Ernest smiled

of his arms, his wounds might

he walked out of the room with steady steps while carrying

it was likely that