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

a woman should be psychologically

phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your

then

“Hello.”

is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can hear Whitney Jordan’s

didn’t you answer my phone for so

questioning with no

driving.” Frances Louis

come to see

but it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t bear to listen

Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did you lose your

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

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

skips a beat and I am too nervous to

happen to have a big cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song.

Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the antique store

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

black card is specially made