In My Desperate Time novel Chapter 72

No!

I roar in my hear.

However, I can’t decide here.

Steven Song glances up at them and says, “as you like.”

Doesn't Steven Song see me winking at him? With his temper that desire to stir up trouble, I really doubt if he did it on purpose.

“Does Mr. Song have any comment on the products of this show?”

This woman talks about the show yesterday straight forward.

“No. There were several clothes yesterday, all of which are designed by Miss Jordan, right? Very nice.” Steven Song replies with a smile.

Miss Jordan?

And she is a famous designer.

There is only one person I know, Whitney Jordan.

Nicole Snow is well known nationally but also internationally. But there’s still a gap between her and Whitney Jordan's. Whitney Jordan comes from a very good family, with the excellent resources and the enviable conditions.

So sometimes, people need more than just talents. Some have won at the starting line.

“Yes. But the lady sitting next to you doesn't seem very pleased with my work.”

Then, Whitney Jordan's eyes fall on me.

I feel awkward.

It seems that the dress I commented yesterday is designed by Whitney Jordan. She didn't mess up with me yesterday, but she can't hold it today.

I'm a little nervous.

I look at Frances Louis, who is sitting there eating slowly, not caring what we are talking about.

This man is so mentally strong. I talk to his wife face to face, and he eats with a clear conscience.

I take a deep breath and smile at Whitney Jordan.

“I'm not saying Miss Jordan's works aren’t good, it's just that different people have different tastes, and I happen to like simple things.”

I don’t know if my explanation would make her satisfied.

She ponders for a moment. Her face looks not good. It takes a long time for her to relieve. Then she gives me a gentle smile.

“There is something in what you say. Here is my card. If you have any questions about my work, you can always come and tell me.” She hands me a card and, turning to Frances Louis, says, “Honey, let's eat at another table. What can a swallow know of the aims of a swan?”

My hands take her card and stop in the air awkwardly.

Whitney Jordan seems like a well-educated person. I never think she would say something like this. But it's not surprising, because the lady of a rich and powerful family is inevitably aloof and proud.

Frances Louis doesn’t stand up. He glances at me and says, “You cannot deny all just because you have different opinions. Perhaps, you have something in common.”