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

woman should be psychologically tough to be

Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering

a frown, then he taps on the screen and

“Hello.”

volume of Louis’s phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet,

my phone for

questioning with no

was driving.” Frances Louis

will you come to see

like flirting over

hear Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did you

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

I saw a woman using your black card. It is the employee at

skips 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

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the antique

surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?”

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