In My Desperate Time

Then I take out the black card, which Frances Louis gave me, and hand it to the boss.

“Use this card.”

I don’t want to spend Frances Louis’s money. But under today's circumstances, I can only use his money. Although I feel uncomfortable, at least, it solves the emergency.

As soon as the boss sees the black card, he immediately changes his attitude and says to me obsequiously, “This lady is really interesting. You could have said it earlier that you have money, then we don’t have to bother the policemen.”

He takes the black card, swipes it quickly, then smiles to the policeman, “Sorry sir, this is a misunderstanding, sorry to bother you.”

The policemen see that the matter is settled, they purse their lips and get out of the store.

“She is an mere designer. How could you get a black card? How dare you say you're upright and honest?” Nicole Snow glances down at the black card in my hand, her face is resentful.

Whitney Jordan's eyes fall on the black card, too, and her expression changed slightly.

Knowing the show is over, Nicole Snow takes Whitney Jordan and leaves.

Nora comes over, she says to me still fearfully, “You scared me to death. I thought you can’t afford it and would to be arrested.”

I smile at her, looking around the store, and ask, “Do you have another similar vase?”

I have already spent a lot of money anyway. I wouldn't mind spending a little more.

“You really have a crush on this vase. You're lucky. There is still one left.”

take a look, and it looks

the vase home, all way carefully. I am afraid to break it again. I've had a

Frances Louis is not back

the vase on the TV stand, and ask Betty, “Do you think

much the same.” Betty nods with satisfaction, and

not usually at home, probably forgets what the vase

kitchen to help. The main reason to help with cooking is that the food would not be

soon as the dinner

early today. Luckily, I got back before

Let’s

say to him,

had my dinner. Have the dinner yourselves.” Frances Louis sits down on the

it happens to

at each other, nervously eating our food. Probably it’s because of the guilty of the broken vase, I always feel that his

finish my meal in a couple of bites in panic and run

Frances Louis knocks

no. did he find

in the room,

didn’t open the door, will I

I open the

knitting together, and he puts out his hand to

to your face?” His voice is

say casually, I take