My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins novel Chapter 565

It was quite crowded on the street. If she kept poking against his neck with the scissors, the crowd would mistake her as a criminal.

Benjamin’s men shouldn’t be so capable to snipe her here.

The most important for her now was to ensure where she was so that she could contact Stanford to save her.

Florence kept driving. When she found a far-off lane, she pulled over the car and moved Benjamin out, pushing him in the wheelchair.

Benjamin looked at her in confusion. “Flory, what are you doing?”

“Shut up.”

Florence wrapped Benjamin’s face with a scarf. Only his eyes were exposed.

After making him look like a patient without any abnormality, she pushed him towards a telephone booth.

She had observed while driving here through -- there were telephone booths along the street. She could contact Stanford.

Florence pushed Benjamin into the telephone booth. Then she dialed Stanford’s number.

“Beep--”

The phone was cut off after a beep.

Florence looked at the phone in confusion, wondering what had happened. Was the telephone broken down?

She dialed the number again.

However, it was the same as the first time. After a beep, it was cut off.

Florence frowned. She tried three times, but the same thing happened. She immediately changed to another telephone booth.

She had tried all the telephone booths nearby, but she failed all the time.

She wondered why.

In confusion, Florence became uneasier and uneasier.

“Hello? Hello?... Why is my call cut off? So weird. It worked well just now. Suddenly there’s no signal on my phone,” right then, a passerby said while holding his cell phone.

Then he kept checking the signal. After he was a dozen meters apart, he sighed in confusion again.

“Ehn? The signal is back. So weird. Why was it gone just now?” he mumbled and redialed the number to continue his call.

Florence watched him recede, frowning deeply.

She recalled that back then, when Ernest was hiding in her bedroom and almost found by Stanford, the latter wanted to call the doctor but Ernest used some means to block the signal in her room.

She wondered if the signal around her was blocked, so she couldn’t make the phone call at all.

Florence looked over at Benjamin with questions.

Benjamin’s expression slightly changed.

Instead of lying, he answered indifferently, “There’s an intelligent chip on my body. When I’m in trouble, the signal around me is blocked.”

Sure enough, the signal was blocked.

Florence frowned deeply, looking at Benjamin complicatedly.

“Why didn’t you mention it earlier?”

Benjamin curled his lips and said naturally, “I didn’t hope you could get in touch with Stanford.”

Hence, he watched her try to call different phones continuously and enjoyed the show.

Florence wished that she could kick him.

However, he was like a broken toy now. If she kicked him in anger, he probably would die directly. She had to suppress her hanger.

She calmed herself down.

“Besides this function, can your chip expose your location as well?”

Benjamin calmly nodded. “Yes.”

Florence gritted her teeth. She had guessed that there was a GPS in Benjamin’s car. However, much to her surprise, he also had such a thing on his body.

She could change the car to escape, but he...

Florence approached him and asked solemnly, stressing each syllable, “Where is the chip?”