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

my throat hurts from the

to apologize. Please give me a chance to see you. As long as you can get Lawrence to let Frances

I add.

yet no one

give up just like

appears behind the

at me

even stronger than the ones around me. It is highly likely that

please let me talk to

shout

there for two seconds before disappearing

least I

think for a moment and decide to go all out for it. So,

utmost sincerity no difficulty

sees how serious I am,

kneel

a car drives into the villa

in a suit, gets off the car and glances at

over and gives me

like he

you here

look at him, bit my lip,

too

at me coldly and