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.

Ernest’s side would also be notified and hence

cruel but it worked to maintain

was also the reason why Ernest would only make use of this power after great consideration, losing any of them would

took great effort to

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

was certain of was they

the green lights, many messages started to appear

might be busy for

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

sleep with Florence

moment, it looked like his plan would be postponed until

would never think that Ernest actually had this matter on his mind. She shook her

be bothered

that he

just woken up from a coma, his body could

look warmed Ernest’s

again on the keyboard and started

was peeling the grapes while looking at

most of the

result, although she was also concerned about Phoebe, she could not resist being hypnotized by the content she

noticed Florence who was lying

helplessly. He thought that she could fight off her sleepiness for a

reached out and placed his wide palm

he called under

was sleeping

like she had fallen into deep

had been by his side for the entire time and had not been able to sleep well. Now,

was time for her to have

a list of commands on the keyboard, he

did not disturb Florence’s sleep

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

her,

arms,

of concern, he walked out of the

that he