In My Desperate Time Chapter 476: Let Me See Her

"I'm sorry. Miss Whitney won't see anyone. If you try to barge in, we will stop you."

One of them says to me.

His tone speaks of death.

I'm scared.

But for Frances, I must buckle up.

I force a smile and say to him, "Please inform her Jane is here. I'm begging for her forgiveness. She
will come out to see me."

But actually, I'm not sure she would.

Whitney has been hiding here for so long, so she is probably going to stay inside.

However, I am willing to bet her pride will tempt her to see me bow.

Sadly, the guard wouldn't even do that. He shakes his head and says, "Mr. Jordan says no one can see
her. If you don't leave, we will use force."

As he speaks, he touches the gun at his waist.

Although I've been practicing shooting recently, I'm still afraid of guns.

The bullet has no eyes. I might die if I am not careful.

I look up and find the villa isn't that big. If I shout, Whitney should hear me.

After pondering for a while, I take two steps back and yell, "Whitney, I want to see you!"



There is no response.

But I'm sure she heard me.

After all, my throat hurts from the yelling.

"I'm here to apologize. Please give me a chance to see you. As long as you can get Lawrence to let
Frances off, you can do anything to me!"

I add.

A long time passes, yet no one answers me.

Should I give up just like this?

Suddenly, Whitney's figure appears behind the window on the second floor.

She looks at me quietly through the window.

I can vaguely see there are two bodyguards beside her, and they look even stronger than the ones
around me. It is highly likely that they can also fight better.

"Whitney, please let me talk to you."

I quickly shout at her.

However, she only stands there for two seconds before disappearing from my sight.

At least I know she's here.

I think for a moment and decide to go all out for it. So, I kneel on the ground.

As the saying goes, with utmost sincerity no difficulty is insurmountable.



If Whitney sees how serious I am, she might be moved.

However, to my surprise, I kneel there for an entire morning.

At noon, a car drives into the villa district.

Lawrence, who is in a suit, gets off the car and glances at me.

He walks over and gives me a smile.

He looks like he is in triumph.

"What? Are you here to plead for Frances?"

I look at him, bit my lip, and nod.

"Don't you think it's too late to come now?"

He gazes at me coldly and says with a chuckle.

"Pleases, let me see Whitney."

I beg him in a whisper and tug at his hem.

I have no other choice but to ask for Whitney's mercy. I can't think of any other way.

Lawrence sneers, shakes off my hand, and walks in.

I want to follow him and barge in, but as soon as I get up, I am stopped by the bodyguards.

Helplessly, I continue kneeling there.



The afternoon sun is scalding, making me feel dizzy.

Sweat keeps oozing out, and I feel I can't hold on any longer.

Is Whitney really not going to see me?

I turned off my phone before I came. Therefore, Frances can't find me.

However, how long do I have to kneel like this?

My vision gets blurry, and I am so nauseated that I want to vomit.

It's so hot, and my head is spinning.

I feel terrible.

What if Whitney still wouldn't come out when I have heatstroke?

Just when I think today's effort will be futile, the door opens.

Whitney looks at me indifferently standing at the door.


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