In My Desperate Time Chapter 114 That’s so embarrassing

It's twelve o’clock in two hours, a lunch break.

There will be a two-hour break at noon. The address Donny gave me is only ten minutes' drive from the
company, so I should be able to go there.

After work, I go straight to Donny's hotel.

The door is open. I knock on the door and Donny says, “Please come in.”

Donny is rich and he lives in the presidential suite.

He is talking to a woman about a watch that has just come out.

That woman is none other than Whitney Jordan.

I never thought I'd run into Whitney Jordan again.

It seems that there is a pair of hands in the dark and connects us together.

“You?” Whitney Jordan raises her head and looks surprised.

I nod and say to Donny, “If it's inconvenient for you now, I can come over later.”

Donny shakes his head and says, “It's okay. Whitney just passes by to visit me. What’s the matter?”

Whitney Jordan sits aside quietly, elegant and graceful, like a proud rich lady.

She looks so different in her normal status than she gets mad.

She’s here gives me much pressure. But I still take out my design drawing and give it to Donny.



Before I introduce my design, Donny says directly, “You don’t need to draw it anymore, it will have no
market.”

That makes me embarrassed.

Especially embarrassing myself in front of Whitney Jordan. It is like being stripped naked in front of
them and standing there naked for everyone to see.

“Please let me have a look.”

Whitney Jordan takes my drawing, shakes her head and comments, “It’s a brilliant design. But look at
your sketches, it’s supposed to fit the upper-class. Usually we don’t wear a belt, even if we wear it, we
would use it to match with clothes. If we have to buy a single belt, that means we would buy it to go
with particular outfit. This belt you designed seems too versatile, it will be a little inferior.”

Whitney Jordan is the daughter of a wealthy family, so she certainly knows what it's like to be in an
upper-class. Moreover, I am at the bottom of society, and the life of the upper class is beyond my
reach.

My face goes pale and red. I feel as if I come here to suffer the humiliation. Their advice is pertinent,
but of all people, it is Whitney Jordan standing in front of me.

“Thanks for your advice. I shall leave and don’t disturb you.”

I say and try to go out with my drawings, but Donny stops me.

“Wait a minute, Miss Noyes is really talented in design. Although this belt is not very satisfied, it would
have a great market if you turned it into a choker.”

“Yes, definitely.” Whitney Jordan also nods.



Suddenly I see silver linings.

“What kind of gem should be set on it? I've been thinking about it for a long time, but I can't think of the
perfect color.” I ask Donny.

“What about pearl? Noble and elegant, and it suits everyone.”

What Donny said really blows my mind. I am very happy, as if the money has been floating in front of
my eyes.

After thanking Donny, I leave excitedly with my drawings.

Whitney Jordan is also leaving. She walks out the door after me.

I am too nervous to be with her, so I bury my head and fasten my pace.

When I get to the door, suddenly she calls my name.

“Miss Noyes, what is the relationship between you and Steven Song?”

While, here it comes.

Fortunately, Frances Louis spoke on the phone in my presence yesterday, and I know what happened
so that I can handle it.

“He is my boss.” I turn to her and say frankly.

“Your boss?” Whitney Jordan smiles, apparently, she doesn’t believe me.

“Ms. Jordan, you know there are some things you can't put on the table, so I won't go into more
details.”



Saying calmly, I stop a taxi and go back to the company hurriedly.


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