In My Desperate Time

That’s so terrible. Whitney Jordan is too alert.

I can also see that she really cares about Frances Louis.

Actually, I have a lot of questions wanting to ask Frances Louis, but I don’t know how to open my mouth.

For example, why don't they live together since they are married? Why is Whitney Jordan insane? Why would Frances Louis choose me even though I'm so inferior to Whitney Jordan?

These questions have been lingering in my mind, which makes me very uncomfortable, like a hundred claws scratching my heart.

I go back to the office and start drawing according to Donny’s advice. Changing the belt to a choker really seems a great idea.

Around 3pm, the company suddenly holds a meeting.

The whole staff goes to the lobby.

There is a box on the middle table, and Steven Song, standing behind the box, is smiling.

“President Song is so charming. If only I could marry him.” A new-coming girl says with her eyes shining.

“Don't you know President Song has been hooked up for a long time? People like you are so unrealistic to want to marry President Song.” Says another jealous girl, pointing in my direction.

I have heard so many gossips like this, so I don’t care.

to the staff, his sweet voice

week, so we prepared a lottery for the one-day luxury

and itching to try. They line up one by one to draw the lottery. People in the back are impatient, being afraid of the big prize would

behind. I go to the box until everyone picks their own

go up to the

hand into the box but touch a

I scream.

me opposite and gives me a ball

What? Is it cheating?

only take the ball that Steven Song gave me and

out a piece of paper

say that if the winner is a beautiful lady,

a sudden, every woman gets excited. They check their numbers but all sigh

down at the number in my hand and, unsurprisingly, it is 17. Why else would Steven Song have taken so much trouble to give me

he want to

gets 17, let me see.” Steven Song is

No body answers.

lips and raise my

“Me.”

by the company. Wish you big prize next time. All right, let's get back to work. Jane Noyes, stay and I'll tell