In My Desperate Time

No!

I roar in my hear.

However, I can’t decide here.

Steven Song glances up at them and says, “as you like.”

Doesn't Steven Song see me winking at him? With his temper that desire to stir up trouble, I really doubt if he did it on purpose.

“Does Mr. Song have any comment on the products of this show?”

This woman talks about the show yesterday straight forward.

“No. There were several clothes yesterday, all of which are designed by Miss Jordan, right? Very nice.” Steven Song replies with a smile.

Miss Jordan?

And she is a famous designer.

There is only one person I know, Whitney Jordan.

Nicole Snow is well known nationally but also internationally. But there’s still a gap between her and Whitney Jordan's. Whitney Jordan comes from a very good family, with the excellent resources and the enviable conditions.

So sometimes, people need more than just talents. Some have won at the starting line.

“Yes. But the lady sitting next to you doesn't seem very pleased with my work.”

Then, Whitney Jordan's eyes fall on me.

I feel awkward.

is designed by Whitney Jordan. She

I'm a little nervous.

Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly, not caring what we

so mentally strong. I talk to his wife face to face, and he

a deep breath and smile at

different people have different tastes, and I happen

don’t know if my explanation would make

ponders for a moment. Her face looks not good. It takes a long

and tell me.” She hands me a card and, turning to Frances Louis, says, “Honey, let's eat at another table. What can

hands take her card and stop in

think she would say something like this. But it's not surprising, because the lady

cannot deny all just

words make

one thing Whitney Jordan and I have in common, it's this man

want to eat

and leaves the dining

already awkward atmosphere becomes even

and continues to eat his

could think about is what Whitney Jordan would do to me if my relationship

finished breakfast when the organizers calls. They want him to go over and talk about something

me an uneasy

do you want, Frances Louis?!” I look at him and

his eyes and

tell me you have wife?” I wanted to ask him this question yesterday, but I couldn't