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.

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

I'm a little nervous.

Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly,

wife face to face,

take a deep breath

it's just that different people have different tastes,

my explanation would make her

Her face looks not good. It takes a long time for

something in what you say. Here is my card. If you have any questions about my work, you can always come and tell me.” She hands me a card and,

her card and stop in the air

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

cannot deny all just because you have different opinions. Perhaps, you

Louis’s words make

and I have in common,

want to eat

Jordan doesn’t buy it and leaves

awkward atmosphere becomes even more

doesn’t care and continues

couldn't eat. All I could think about is what Whitney Jordan would do to me if my relationship with Frances Louis

organizers calls. They

gives me an uneasy look and

Frances Louis?!” I look at him and whisper the

lifts his eyes and wipes his

to ask him