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.

I'm sure she

all, my throat hurts

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

I add.

yet no one answers

up just like

Whitney's figure appears behind the

me

see there are two bodyguards beside her, and they look even stronger than the ones around me. It is highly likely

me talk to

shout

she only stands there for two seconds before disappearing

I know she's

to go all out for it.

with utmost sincerity no

Whitney sees how serious I am, she might be

surprise, I kneel there for an

noon, a car drives into

gets off the car and glances

and gives me a

looks like he is in

here to plead for

look at him, bit my

it's too late to

coldly and says with a