In My Desperate Time Chapter 149 A Lost Chance never Returns

Let me go?

That’s a big temptation for me.

But Frances Louis’s requirement is my Achilles’ heel.

I'm afraid of heights.

I'm afraid of heights so much.

It's impossible for me to walk across this glass walkway.

But Frances Louis has promised me. I would regret it if I didn't give it a try.

“Okay.” I look at him and say firmly.

Then I take a deep breath and walk forward.

As soon as I take a step, I hear a cry coming from the front.

I look up and see a strong man sitting on the ground crying desperately, refusing to move a step
forward.

Next to him stands a petite girl with a funny look on her face.

Even a strong man is afraid of it puts more pressure on me.

After the first step, I couldn't stop trembling, and I couldn't get out of the second step.

No, I can’t waste this opportunity.

Thinking about it, I move another step with great effort.



Each step on this glass walkway is incredibly difficult for someone who has acrophobia.

My back soaks with sweat, and my entire body is sore and tired.

In the end, I am almost half crouched, struggling to move on the glass walkway.

I don’t cry like others, but I am still terrified. But faith keeps me going forward.

One is the fear of height, and the other is the determination to leave Frances Louis.

It’s a rare chance to leave him without having to pay four million dollars, so why don’t I take it? It's just a
few hundred meters up, I won't fall, there is nothing scaring.

I comfort myself, taking several deep breaths and closing my eyes to run ahead.

When I hit someone I stop and have a short look before I continue running. My legs are still weak, but
I'm really not that scared if I'm so much in a rush, without giving me time to think about it.

Finally, I manage to get to the destination.

My whole body's strength seems to have been drained away. I sit down on the ground, but I am
overjoyed.

I am a little far away from Frances Louis, I know he is looking at me though I couldn’t see his face
clearly.

I take out my phone and call him.

“Frances Louis, I made it, please keep your promise and let me go.”

Frances Louis’s sneers.



“It’s been eight minutes since you took your first step. Unfortunately, you've overrun your time by three
minutes.”

Frances Louis hangs up the phone and walks toward me.

He walks quickly, over the bustling and terrified crowd, toward me.

If I had just walked as calmly as he did, the time would have been enough.

It turns out that I am a lot more cowardly than I thought I was.

Frances Louis stops in front of me, bends down and pulls me up off the ground. With a sneer, he says,
“Jane Noyes, you don’t even have the guts to walk through the glass walkway let alone leave me. You
can't overcome the fear in your heart, just as you can't escape me.”

He is right, but I won’t give up.

I have lost such a great chance. I don't know how long I have to wait for another chance. Suddenly, four
million is out of reach for me.

“Please give me one more chance, I'm sure I can do it.” I look at him, almost begging.

I could succeed as long as I run as I did just now.

He smiles, his hand slipping gently across my tightened brows, and says softly, “A lost chance never
returns.”

Frances Louis holds me back to the hotel, the rain patters all the way as my crying heart.

Nothing I could do but obey him after losing such a great chance.



I wonder how Steven Song is checking the case. If the truth is found out that Nicole Snow copied my
work, do I still have a chance to work with DS and possibly get the five million?


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