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

my throat hurts from the

me a chance to see you. As long as you can get Lawrence to let

I add.

time passes, yet no one answers

up

Whitney's figure appears behind the window on the second

looks at me quietly through

beside her, and they look even stronger than the ones around me. It is highly likely that

please let me talk to

shout

stands there for two seconds before disappearing from

I

go all out for it. So, I kneel on

with utmost sincerity no difficulty

serious I am,

to my surprise, I kneel there

noon, a car drives

who is in a suit, gets off the car

over and gives me a

he is in

Are you here to plead for

bit

it's too late

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