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

all, my throat hurts

as you can get

I add.

time passes, yet

give up just

behind the

looks at me quietly through the

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

please let me talk

shout at

only stands there for two seconds before disappearing

I know

all out for it. So, I kneel on

saying goes, with utmost sincerity

I am, she might

I kneel

drives into

is in a suit, gets

over and gives me

he is

Are you here to plead for

him, bit my lip, and

too

at me coldly