In My Desperate Time

But I am.
The moment I see her, those morals, ethics and etiquette suddenly meant nothing to me.
"Not that kind of person?" My face darkens as I say to her somewhat unhappily, "That is not what you said that night."
She blushes and whispers to me, "I will try to pay your money back as soon as possible. Please give me some time."
After that, she strides out and quickly closes the door.
I look at the tightly shut door and murmur, "Sorry, I probably won't give you much time."
Soon, we meet again.
It is at the cooperation banquet with the Song Group.
A young model of my company bumps into me at the entrance and badgers me about attending the banquet with me.
I know very well that she goes for more resources.
It's common that women use those hidden rules to get what they want.
After all, not everyone is as lofty as Jane.
It's just an ordinary party. It doesn't matter who's with me, so I bring Cindy.
But I haven't expected that Jane would be there. She comes with Steven to negotiate the tie-up with us.
I just can't take my eyes off her.
I've been paying special attention to Steven the whole night.
I can tell that Steven is definitely interested in Jane.
She has already divorced. So?
Does she also like Steven?
I suddenly become nervous.

During the banquet, she suddenly stands up and says, "Excuse me."
Wondering about what is going on between her and Steven, I also stand up and chuckle at her, "Mind if we go together?"
But she rolls her eyes at me.
People start to heckle again.
"Mr. Frances, what are you going to do in the washroom with such a beauty? Should I warn you that she's with Mr. Steven?"
"That's right, that's right. Why don't you take your young model with you?"
I ignore them and follow Jane out.
As soon as we get out of the door, I can't help but ask her, "What is your relationship with Steven?"
"I don't need to tell you this, do I? There isn't any relationship between us, right?"
She says indifferently and walks towards the washroom.
I stride forward and walk side by side with her, sandwiching her between me and the wall, leaving only a narrow passage for her.
I smile at her and say, "We are the creditor and the debtor, aren't we? Isn't it enough for me to ask this question?"
"Sure, sure. You're the best since you have money, okay? Please leave me alone!"
She says impatiently to me.
"Are you sure? You follow me all the way to the men's room. It seems I have more sufficient reason to doubt your purpose."
As I speak, I smile and point at the sign on the door.
Jane's expression immediately changes.
She snorts unconvincingly but pretends to be calm. "The ladies' room is right on the next. So what if I like to walk around before
going in?"
Actually, I own this restaurant.

Back then, I specifically requested that the men's and women's rooms should not be next to each other, which is why there is
such a strange design.
I turn around, point to the opposite side, and whisper to her, "Alright. I just want to remind you that the ladies' room is on the
other side of the corridor. The reason why it is so designed is probably because of women like you who like to follow guys into
the toilet."
Her expression suddenly changes as she walks away quickly with an embarrassed face.