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 tough to be a

a long time, Frances Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help

a frown, then he taps on the screen and

“Hello.”

large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening

my phone for

questioning with no

Frances Louis

you come

small talks, but it sounds like flirting over

suddenly ask,

direction, and then says

black card. It is the employee at

heart skips a beat and I am too nervous to

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

Louis hangs

But I feel uneasy.

expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the

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

is specially made by the bank. It has my initials