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.

same time, Ernest’s side would also be notified and hence they would sever all connections with him to

cruel but it worked to maintain the highest degree of

also the reason why Ernest would only make use of this power after

he took great effort to groom

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

only thing she was certain of was they would whole-heartedly

green lights, many messages started to

might be busy for some time, you can go to

disappointment in Ernest’s

sleep with Florence in his arms that

moment, it looked like his

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

can go ahead with your work. Don’t be bothered by me, I will sit here to accompany

so that he would not overwork himself and stay up until

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

concerned look warmed Ernest’s

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

grapes while looking at the computer

understand most of

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

turned his head and noticed Florence who was lying

his mouth quirked at the corners helplessly. He thought that she could fight

out and placed his

he called

was sleeping comfortably did

like she had fallen into deep

time and had not been able to sleep well. Now, since a weight was lifted off her

was time for her to have a good

list of commands on the keyboard, he stood up

and did

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

at her,

of his arms, his wounds might

was nothing of concern, he walked out of

night, it was likely that