In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 112

Thirty- three years, what can I say?

I can only say that Frances Louis is good at math.

I am twenty-four years old this year. Thirty-three years later, I will be fifty-seven years old. Will all my youth be wasted on this man?

God knows how desperate I am to get away from this fate and live the life I want.

“No matter what, I can’t give up.”

“Four million, I will pay you off.”

I say to Frances Louis confirmedly.

His eyes fall on me and he stares at me for a while.

I don’t know what he is thinking, and I couldn't see through that look. The unreadable Frances Louis frightens me.

Frances Louis's phone rings in front of me, breaking the eerie silence.

He looks at the screen as if hesitating whether to answer it or not.

Whose call makes Frances Louis look like this?

I peep at it and see Whitney Jordan’s name.

That name makes me panic.

Apparently, a woman should be psychologically tough to be a mistress.

For a long time, Frances Louis doesn’t answer the phone. I could not help saying, “Are you not answering your wife's call? Perhaps she has missed you?”

Frances Louis glances at me with a frown, then he taps on the screen and answers the phone.

“Hello.”

The volume of Louis’s phone’s phone is large, plus the room is quiet, or because I'm listening intently, I can hear Whitney Jordan’s talking clearly.

“Why didn’t you answer my phone for so long?”

Whitney Jordan is questioning with no coquetry.

“I was driving.” Frances Louis answers lightly.

“When will you come to see me?”

The two make small talks, but it sounds like flirting over the phone to me. I can’t bear to listen anymore.

Until I hear Whitney Jordan suddenly ask, “Did you lose your Black Card?”

Frances Louis frowns. He looks in my direction, and then says dryly, “Why do you ask?”

“I went to the antique store today, and I saw a woman using your black card. It is the employee at Song Group and her name is Jane Noyes.” Whitney Jordan continues.

My heart skips a beat and I am too nervous to breathe.

“No, I happen to have a big cooperation with Song Group, so I gave it to Steven Song. Maybe he gave it to his employee. It's late, go to bed early and have a nice dream.”

Then Frances Louis hangs up.

But I feel uneasy.

As expected, Frances Louis's expression becomes serious and he says in a grave voice, “Did you run into Whitney Jordan in the antique store today?”

“Yes. She happened to be at the antique store with Nicole Snow, and I was surprised to see her, too. But how did she know I was using your card? Aren't black cards all the same?” I ask lamely.

Frances Louis shakes and explains, “My black card is specially made by the bank. It has my initials on it.”

I take out the card from my purse and it really has his initials.

Whitney Jordan saw me using his card and she would definitely suspect me. Although Frances Louis has explained it, she may not believe it.

What should I do?

I look at Frances Louis blankly.

“Don’t use this card in front of acquaintances from now on.” Frances Louis says to me lightly.

I nod.

I wouldn't use his card if I didn't have to.

“I want to return your card.”

“I won’t take back the thing I gave out. Use it carefully in the future.”

Frances Louis says and goes out.

I am left alone in the room, still haunted by the memory of what happened.

Whitney Jordan has a mental health problem. Such people tend to have extreme ideas. Can I really avoid it?

My worries are right. Soon after, Steven Song calls and tells me Whitney Jordan has called him to ask about the black card.

I feel so scared. I preserve the card in the room. No matter what happens in the future, I will never use this card again!