In My Desperate Time

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

name makes me

woman should be psychologically tough

could not help saying, “Are you not

frown, then he taps on the

“Hello.”

quiet, or because I'm listening

answer my

questioning with no

Frances

come

two make small talks, but it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t

suddenly ask, “Did you lose

Louis frowns. He looks in my direction, and then says dryly, “Why do

woman using your black card.

a beat and I am too nervous

to have a big cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's

Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

in a grave voice, “Did you run

the antique store with Nicole Snow, and I was surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was

and explains, “My black card is specially made by the bank. It has my initials