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.

makes

woman should be psychologically tough to

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

Louis glances at me with a frown, then he taps on the screen

“Hello.”

phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm

you answer my

Jordan is questioning with no

was driving.” Frances Louis answers

come

talks, but it sounds like flirting over

hear Whitney Jordan suddenly ask,

direction,

store today, and I saw a woman using your black card.

heart skips a beat and I am too nervous to

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

Frances Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

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

surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using your

shakes and explains, “My black card is specially made by the bank.