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.

yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn't mess up with me yesterday, but she can't hold it

I'm a little nervous.

Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly, not caring

his wife

deep breath and smile at

different people have different tastes, and I happen to like

don’t know if my explanation would make her

looks not good. It takes a long time for her to relieve. Then

you can always come and tell me.” She hands me a card and, turning to Frances Louis, says, “Honey, let's

and stop in

she would say something like this. But it's not surprising, because the lady of a rich and powerful family is inevitably aloof and

at me and says, “You cannot deny all just because you have different opinions. Perhaps, you

Louis’s words

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

to eat

doesn’t buy it and leaves

already awkward atmosphere becomes even

Louis doesn’t care and continues to eat

Whitney Jordan would do to me if my relationship with Frances Louis

finished breakfast when the organizers calls. They

gives me an uneasy

Louis?!” I look at him and whisper the words through

lifts his eyes and wipes his

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