In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 152

How does he know that I have more comments about the belt?

I really think that the belt really has very good design, but it still has some noticeable flaws.

The flaws are mostly in the places where the two ends of the belt meet. It feels like there is something amiss but due to my position, I am not sure whether I should raise my opinion or not.

Seeing that I am hesitating, Herman uses his gaze to encourage me, “There’s no harm in stating your opinion.”

“I have a feeling. Is this belt an unfinished product?”

When I raise my wild guess, I see a flash of astonishment in Herman’s eyes. Shortly after, it is replaced by a deep sorrow.

“You are definitely right. This belt is designed by an important woman in my life for me. However, before the design can be completed, she has left me.”

I am not sure what Herman really means about her departure, whether she has left the world or she merely left him. It is not an appropriate question for me to ask. However, I can discern that this woman he is talking about must be someone he loves deeply.

I am lucky that my wild guess is right on the mark.

“Alright, Jane, you can go back now. I have something to discuss with Herman.”

Frances calmly gives me an instruction to shun me away.

What the hell!

What does he mean by that?

When I was planning to leave, he has insisted me to comment on Herman’s belt. At the moment, I am having a conversation with Herman, but he has instead asked me to leave. Who does he think he is to me? He is really ordering me around!

I am really infuriated, but Herman is now looking at me with an astounded expression.

“So you are Jane? That Jane who was recommended by Donny to submit a work?”

Since I have been involved in a plagiarism conflict, so I am not really sure how he sees me as a person. I can only nod meekly and reply, “That is me. Since you have official business with President Louis, please allow me to take my leave as to not burden you. However, I can tell you with conviction that I didn’t copy anything in my work.”

After saying this, I promptly return to my room and start to blow my clothes with a hairdryer.

Shortly after, there is a knocking on the door.

Frances should have his room card with him, so why is he knocking on the door?

I open the door with some doubts, and see that it is that woman who was brought into the room by France a while ago.

“Where is President Louis?” The woman looks past me into the room while asking.

“He’s not here.” I reply faintly while showing unfriendliness on my face.

I am just thinking why their date was finished so quickly, yet this woman looks like she already starts missing him.

“You are talking nonsense! Give way! President Louis must have disliked my attire just now. That’s why he has asked me to leave. Now that I have already gotten a change of clothes, he will surely like me.”

After she said that, I only discover that she is wearing the same style as me. She is draping over herself a men’s shirt, and her slender long legs are exposed underneath the fabric, which is very seducing.

No wonder Frances was claiming that I had been seducing him earlier on!

I never imagine that Frances actually never lays a hand on this woman in the first place.

When I think of this possibility, I can’t help but smile mischievously.

I flash a smile while pointing in the direction of the hall, “He’s there. You just need to walk there.”

After finishing my sentence, I slam the door shut to continue drying my clothes.

My clothes are still somehow wet, and it is only slightly dry after I have been blowing it with a hairdryer for more than an hour.

Frances returns at that moment and he is dangling a bag.

He only returns after so long, it makes me wonder whether he was just spending too much time negotiating business with Herman or he had gone to sleep with that woman.

After giving these two possibilities some thought, I find the latter possibility more feasible.

At the thought of him touching another woman, a surge of disgust comes from within me, despite knowing that I am never in any position to feel as such.

Frances walks over and hands me that bag he has been holding.

“Take this.”