In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 115

That’s so terrible. Whitney Jordan is too alert.

I can also see that she really cares about Frances Louis.

Actually, I have a lot of questions wanting to ask Frances Louis, but I don’t know how to open my mouth.

For example, why don't they live together since they are married? Why is Whitney Jordan insane? Why would Frances Louis choose me even though I'm so inferior to Whitney Jordan?

These questions have been lingering in my mind, which makes me very uncomfortable, like a hundred claws scratching my heart.

I go back to the office and start drawing according to Donny’s advice. Changing the belt to a choker really seems a great idea.

Around 3pm, the company suddenly holds a meeting.

The whole staff goes to the lobby.

There is a box on the middle table, and Steven Song, standing behind the box, is smiling.

“President Song is so charming. If only I could marry him.” A new-coming girl says with her eyes shining.

“Don't you know President Song has been hooked up for a long time? People like you are so unrealistic to want to marry President Song.” Says another jealous girl, pointing in my direction.

I have heard so many gossips like this, so I don’t care.

Steven Song smiles to the staff, his sweet voice ringing in the lobby.

“Tomorrow is the weekend. We think everyone has been working hard all week, so we prepared a lottery for the one-day luxury cruise. The winner can take the latest Scenery No.1 for a one-day trip out to sea.”

Everyone is cheering and itching to try. They line up one by one to draw the lottery. People in the back are impatient, being afraid of the big prize would be drew by others.

I am not interested, so I line up behind. I go to the box until everyone picks their own lottery.

Finally, it’s my turn, I go up to the table thinly.

I reach my hand into the box but touch a hand, which frightens me.

I scream.

Steven Song winks at me opposite and gives me a ball into my hand secretly.

What? Is it cheating?

While, I can only take the ball that Steven Song gave me and stand beside.

Then, Steven Song takes out a piece of paper and reads the number on it.

“The winning number is 17. I forgot to say that if the winner is a beautiful lady, I can accompany her on the cruise for a whole day.”

All of a sudden, every woman gets excited. They check their numbers but all sigh disappointedly.

I look down at the number in my hand and, unsurprisingly, it is 17. Why else would Steven Song have taken so much trouble to give me this ball?

But what does he want to do?

“Who gets 17, let me see.” Steven Song is still pretending.

No body answers.

I purse my lips and raise my hand.

“Me.”

“Congratulations to Jane Noyes. Please keep working hard, and there are still a lot of activities held by the company. Wish you big prize next time. All right, let's get back to work. Jane Noyes, stay and I'll tell you something you need to prepare.”

All women leave with their heads down, and all glare at me as they pass.

I also hear someone say that it is obviously decided internally, so why bother?

I also want to ask.

After everyone has left, I turn to Steven Song and say, “Look at you, you've made me an enemy of those women again. What are you trying to do?”

“Just bored, looking for someone to go out with me. But suddenly I change my mind, for the whole company, you are an employee I trust most. So, you are the best choice.”

My lips twitch.

That’s so Steven Song! He only cares about his own feelings, but never considers the consequences.

“I don't want to go. I just want to work and make a lot of money, or when will I be able to pay Frances Louis off?” I say sadly.

It's not that I don't want to go out. It's really Frances Louis who wouldn’t give me the chance. I don't even have a chance to catch my breath now. All I want is to work hard, pay off the money and be free again.”

“Nine hundred thousand only, I can pay you more commissions and you will pay it off soon.” Steven Song says it lightly.

The company is of his family, so he has the authority and confidence to say so!

But now nine hundred thousand dollars can’t solve the problem.

“It’s not nine hundred thousand dollars. It has turned into 4 million. Please tell me, how can I pay it off as soon as possible?” I say, looking at him desperately.