“Just a friend. She’s a very talented designer.” Herman embarrassedly rolls his eyes and replies.
“Designer? Is she one of the contestants of the competition? To avoid suspicion, maybe I shouldn’t stay
in the same car with her.”
The old lady intends to get off the car but Herman stops her.
“You have already stayed in the same car with her. Even if you leave now, there is already suspicion.
You’re the founder of DS Company. It’s all right for you to give advice to designers.”
So she is the famous founder of DS, Lady Catherine, known as Golden Designer.
That explains why I feel she looks familiar! Now I feel a little excited.
Lady Catherine insists to get off. She has her own principles.
When she leaves, she says to me, “The theme is love. Think about the beloved one in your life when
you design your work. Now, I hope you young kids have fun tonight.”
Herman takes me to a lot of places, like Eiffel Tower, night market of Paris, the bar and Chinatown.
There’s no inspiration comes to me, but at least, Frances and Whitney has been out of my mind for a
while and I feel better now.
I feel that Herman wants to say something to me in the driving, but he just didn’t.
Until he drives me to my hotel, he says, “Though I don’t know you well, as your friend, I have to advise
you that good works come from healthy and proper values.”
I know he is talking about my relationship with Frances. Last time he didn’t know Whitney is Frances’s
wife, so he thought Frances and I was a couple of lovers. Now he knows all about it. He must be
disdainful of me as a mistress.
I manage a smile and thank him for his advice, then heading inside the hotel.
There are a lot of things that I can’t control.
Being a mistress of Frances is not my own willing.
I press the button of elevator and wait there.
The elevator arrives with a ding, and Frances steps out of it.
Whitney is not with him.
I pretend not to see him, lowering my head and striding into the elevator, but he blocks the door. He
moves as I move to block my way.
“What do you want?”
I finally lose my temper and look up at him with rage.
“Nothing. I just don’t want let you go.”
He replies with an indifferent voice.
He’s mad!
I roll my eyes at him and ignore him.
My room is on the fourth floor. I can walk up stairs there.
But he suddenly bangs me against the wall as I reach the stairway, his cold lips falling on mine.
I still can smell Whitney on him, which reminds me of the scene when they kissed.
Feeling sick of it, I push him hard.
He falls straight backward. Perhaps he doesn’t expect I would be against him suddenly.
“Frances!”
I instantly get frightened and reach my hands to grab him but still miss him, only watching him rolling
down the stairs.
He’s lying still on the ground with his eyes closed.
I am scared and immediately shake him by his shoulders, expecting to wake him up.
“Frances, are you dead?”
There is a clear twitch of his mouth. He opens his eyes and sits up slowly, with his hand pressed on the
right arm, “Sorry to disappoint you, I’m alive. But arm seems to be broken.”
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