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

should be psychologically tough

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

frown, then he

“Hello.”

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

you answer my phone for so

questioning

driving.” Frances

will you come to

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

I hear Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did

looks in my direction, and then says dryly,

antique store today, and I saw a woman using your black card. It is the employee at Song Group

a beat and I am too nervous to

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

Frances Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney

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

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