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.

also be notified and hence they would sever all connections

was cruel but it worked to maintain the highest degree of

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

who he took great effort to groom for

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

she was certain of was they would

green lights, many messages started to appear on

might be busy for some time,

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

sleep with Florence in

it looked like his plan would

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

with your work. Don’t be bothered by me,

to continue to monitor Ernest so that he

just woken up from a coma, his body

look warmed Ernest’s

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

the grapes while looking at the computer

understand most of the contents on

resist being hypnotized by the content she was seeing and unconsciously dozed off while resting her head

head and noticed Florence who was lying next to

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

placed his wide palm gently on

called

who was sleeping comfortably did not

looked like she had fallen

side for the entire time and had not been able to sleep well. Now, since a weight was lifted off her shoulders, she was able

was time for her to have a good night’s

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

movements were gentle and did not disturb Florence’s

a source of warmth, she snuggled

her, Ernest smiled

of his arms, his wounds might have slightly

out of the room with

was likely that he would be working