My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 508

Florence blushed again, her depressed heart lightened.

This man could only think of that?

Dirty-minded.

Florence pushed him away shyly, “Don’t you have to go? We don’t have much time, I’ll go get ready.”

She took a step but was pulled back by Ernest. He asked again while staring at her, “A step further, alright?”

Florence was annoyed, why was he so stubborn when it came to this?

And was it necessary to get a confirmed answer?

She was a lady, she felt shy.

Knowing Ernest won’t let her go if she didn’t answer, she answered with a light “Hmn” with her pulse racing and face blushing.

Ernest’s eyes shone with happiness.

He kissed her on the lips passionately and only let go after a good while and said, “Wait for me, Florence.”

…

It was half-past nine in the night.

Florence deliberately sent all the guards and maids on duty away.

She called a car and rode on it along with Clarence.

The car drove away from the house and went downhill.

Another car followed discreetly from behind.

A tall man sat on the passenger seat next to the driver and spoke to the earpiece.

“Mr. Turner, Florence and Clarence departed home and we are tailing them.”

“Keep an eye on them, don’t lose them.”

Benjamin instructed, he sounded pleased.

He had both ends covered. An examination from the Fraser and forcing from the Turner. Ernest's identity would definitely be exposed this time!

And he could claim victory.

Benjamin came out from his home, passed through a dimmed road and drove out of the Fraser’s house.

He listened to the report by his men along the way.

“Went to the bar?”

Benjamin sped up, he smiled listening to his staff.

“A bar is a crowded place, it’s easy to do the switching but regardless of how good Ernest’s plan was, he didn’t know that he is now walking into the trap I set.”

“Follow them, keep a close eye on them and send some men to guard all entrances of the bar, do not let out even a fly.”

Benjamin ordered while driving.

He pressed the gas pedal and sped to the bar.

He arrived at the entrance shortly and smiled looking at the sign lightened with flashing lights.

A bar was a place for enjoyment but it would be Ernest’s grave today.

He didn’t walk in immediately but instructed his staff.

“Send someone to notify Stanford that Florence is in a bar right now, tell him that someone wants to take advantage of her by spiking her drink.”

“Yes, Mr. Turner.”

Seeing his staff left, Benjamin looked at the door and walked in with a smiley face.

It was loud and chaotic inside.

He was tall, good looking and outstanding, a few ladies approached the moment he stepped in.

“Hey handsome, keen for a drink with us?”