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 me

be psychologically

Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help

frown, then he taps on the

“Hello.”

volume of Louis’s phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can

answer my

Jordan is questioning with no

was driving.” Frances Louis answers

come to

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

Whitney Jordan suddenly ask,

frowns. He looks in my direction,

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

heart skips a beat and I am too nervous to

I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's late, go

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

Frances Louis's expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into

too. But how did she know I

is specially made