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.

that the dress I commented yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn't mess up with me yesterday, but she can't

I'm a little nervous.

look at Frances Louis, who is sitting there

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

breath

Miss Jordan's works aren’t good, it's just that different people have different tastes,

know if my

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

and tell me.” She hands me a

hands take her card and stop in the air

Jordan seems like a well-educated person. I never think she would say something like this. But it's not

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

Louis’s words

have in common, it's this man sitting

to

doesn’t buy it and leaves

already awkward atmosphere becomes

doesn’t care and continues to eat his

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

calls. They want him to go over

me an

want, Frances Louis?!” I look at him and whisper the words through my

his eyes and wipes

have wife?” I wanted to ask him this question yesterday, but