My One-month Marriage With Mr. Hawkins

Chapter 966: Where Is Phoebe Jenkins

By the time he came back to his senses and found out about it, Phoebe would be...

“Don’t be anxious.”

Ernest stroked Florence's hair and said soothingly.

“Nothing will happen to Phoebe.”

Based on Ernest's determined tone, he must have been confident about it.

Florence immediately looked at him with her eyes lit up. “Do you have any ways?”

Ernest nodded and instructed the person at the other end of the screen.

“Sacrifice an informant. Ask him to contact Stanford so that Stanford can look for Phoebe.”

“Yes, sir.”

The person at the other end of the screen received the order.

Florence looked at Ernest in a daze. After that, she understood that a slow remedy does not address the current emergency. Even if all the informants were exposed, they might not be able to save Phoebe either.

But Stanford could.

If he knew that Phoebe was in danger, he would definitely go to find her.

And if he were to strike, no one would dare to stop him. With Stanford’s order, even if those people wanted to harm Phoebe, they would probably stop their actions.

It was indeed the fastest and best way to let Stanford take action.

After thinking about it, Ernest said anxiously to the person on the other end of the screen.

“By the way, tell my elder brother to contact me whenever he is free. And also tell me in time about Phoebe's situation.”

“Okay, Miss Fraser.”

After a clear explanation, the connection hung up.

Florence was still staring at the computer screen nervously. She was very uneasy and could not wait to be there to save Phoebe.

It had been two hours. Florence dared not think much about whether Phoebe had met an untimely end.

“Alright, don’t worry too much. Phoebe will be fine.”

Ernest embraced Florence, and his tone was extraordinarily gentle. “You should also trust your elder brother. He will protect her well.”

“I do not trust him anymore.” Florence huffed, “It has been a few days. Phoebe has suffered so much, and he has no idea about it at all.”

Stanford was indeed an incompetent boyfriend.

If Phoebe were to get hurt in any way this time, Florence would have to regret setting Phoebe up with Stanford.

Ernest nodded in agreement and smiled playfully.

“Okay, let’s not believe in him from now on. After all, no one is as good as me.”

His voice became deeper, and he gazed at her with a sultry sight. “You just have to believe in your husband, and you will be fine.”

Husband...

This word was like electricity striking Florence’s heart. It had electrified her restless heart, causing it to throb nonstop.

It seemed to be her first time hearing this address.

It was even an address for him.

It was so shameful and titillating, which made her heart throb.

Florence stiffened, and her heart was in turmoil, beating wildly.

As Ernest gazed at her, his gaze became even tenser and more provocative.

He leaned closer to her. As he spoke, his warm breath poured into her face.

“Florence, we will be married soon. Shouldn't you change your address for me?”

Florence thought, ‘Should I change his address to hubby?’

This word was like an atomic bomb that exploded in her head.

It was just too intimate.

It was more of a lifetime commitment.

Since she got teased by him now, she was too ashamed to call out at all.

She stammered in shame, “That... That means... we are not... not married yet... I will call you that... after our wedding.”

Ernest raised his eyebrows playfully. “Don’t you want to practice beforehand?”

“No... I don’t.” Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

Florence got up from his arms in embarrassment. “I am going to take a bath.”

After that, she slipped away, went to the bathroom, and shut the door.

She pondered, ‘Is Ernest an evildoer?’

‘He is too intolerable.’

As Ernest looked at the closed bathroom door, his playful smile slowly disappeared.

His gaze was unfathomable and full of complexity.

It had been more than two hours. Whether or not Phoebe could get rescued, it depended on her fate with Stanford.

The matter was too far from Ernest to guarantee its success rate.

However, he could not let Florence worry.

Therefore, he could only divert her attention.

...

Stanford was not in the Fraser’s mansion. For the past two days, he had been out dealing with difficult matters.

Collin was Stanford’s most powerful assistant, but he had gone to take care of Alexander. Not only had Stanford lost this big help, but he had taken on the responsibility of the entire Fraser family.

He was so busy that he did not have the time to take a nap. Not to mention the time to sleep.

He stayed up until his eyes were red.

However, when he was in fluster, he heard something that made him even more devastated.

An insignificant lad desperately broke in front of him to report.

He told Stanford that Phoebe had gotten kidnapped and gone missing.

Stanford felt as if he got struck by lightning. He staggered and almost fell.

A burst of fear from the depths of his soul instantly spread throughout his body. He felt chill all over his body and experienced a panic that he had never felt before.

Without thinking, he dropped all of his tasks. Then, he grabbed the lad who reported the news and yelled.

“What the hell is going on? Where did she go missing, and who kidnapped her? Where is she? Take me to her!”

Without any delay, the informer told Stanford the story in the most concise way.

She got kidnapped in his small building.

The kidnapper had taken her away through the side road. She was nowhere to be found now.

It had been two hours. They could have hidden Phoebe in the Fraser’s mansion or taken her outside.

No one knew what those people had done to her, nor was she still alive.

After listening, Stanford angrily crushed the remote control in his hand. He exuded a sense of hostility.

Without any hesitation, he hurriedly strode towards the outside.

In a cold voice, he commanded.

“Squad 1 and Squad 2, follow me!”

“Young Master, where are you going? You can't leave now.”

“Young Master, what about here if you leave? Troubles would occur without your control.”

“Young Master... Young Master…”

In the control room, a group of people anxiously chased out. However, their voices did not affect Stanford’s leaving pace at all.

He did not even explain anything to them.

They helplessly watched as Stanford rushed into the SUV, hit the gas, and drove off in a rush.

The two teams of elite personnel followed behind him.

All there was left was a group of people losing their minds.

Since the Turner's family was now attacking them fiercely, they had been flustering their heads here. They had to rely on Stanford to stabilize the situation.

Now that Stanford had left, they were at a loss as to what to do.

No one was as wise and courageous as Stanford to control the current situation.

Something was going to happen.

It was going to be a big deal.

“Quick, hurry up and contact the Lady!” Someone reacted and instantly roared.

...

Phoebe had been bouncing around in the darkness for an unknown amount of time. Then, she felt someone picking her up. After walking for a while, she got thrown to the ground again with a heavy thud.

The fall made her dizzy.

“Hmm... Hmm…”

Phoebe tried to speak with discomfort but could only mumble. Her mouth got blocked, and she could not even shout.

She opened her eyes wide, but all she saw was endless darkness.