In My Desperate Time

"I'm sorry. Miss Whitney won't see anyone. If you try to barge in, we will stop you."

One of them says to me.

His tone speaks of death.

I'm scared.

But for Frances, I must buckle up.

I force a smile and say to him, "Please inform her Jane is here. I'm begging for her forgiveness. She will come out to see me."

But actually, I'm not sure she would.

Whitney has been hiding here for so long, so she is probably going to stay inside.

However, I am willing to bet her pride will tempt her to see me bow.

Sadly, the guard wouldn't even do that. He shakes his head and says, "Mr. Jordan says no one can see her. If you don't leave, we will use force."

As he speaks, he touches the gun at his waist.

Although I've been practicing shooting recently, I'm still afraid of guns.

The bullet has no eyes. I might die if I am not careful.

I look up and find the villa isn't that big. If I shout, Whitney should hear me.

After pondering for a while, I take two steps back and yell, "Whitney, I want to see you!"

There is no response.

sure she

throat hurts from the

Please give me a chance to see you. As long as you

I add.

passes, yet

up just like

behind the

at me quietly through

and they look even stronger than the ones around me. It is highly likely

let me talk to

quickly shout at

stands there for two

least I know

and decide to go all out for it. So, I

goes, with utmost sincerity

Whitney sees how serious I am, she

I kneel

noon, a car drives into the villa

is in a suit, gets off the

walks over and gives me a

looks like he is

Are you here to

him, bit

too late to come

me coldly and