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

should be psychologically tough to

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

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

“Hello.”

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

answer my phone for

is questioning

was driving.” Frances

will you come to see

sounds like flirting over

ask,

He looks in my direction,

black card. It is the employee

beat and I am

cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave

Louis

But I feel uneasy.

serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did

see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black

is specially made by the bank. It