Meanwhile, after being bombarded with texts by Lucy, Yvette finally agreed to meet her.

They arranged to meet at a café.

Lucy arrived first. She knew Yvette’s temper. Every extra minute waiting incant more irritation.

While agitation might not matter to others, with this person, it was definitely dangerous.

Yvette wore her usual simple look with a t–shirt, denim shorts, same old canvas shoes, and a black baseball hat.

Her hair was tied up, with only a few strands hanging over her brows.

Lucy kept looking towards the entrance from her booth, and finally spotted Yvette’s silhouette.

She found Yvette’s outfit was just like five years ago, not a bit different.

She stood up excitedly, waving.

Yvette saw Ducy, raised an eyebrow, and walked over.

After Yvette sat down, Lucy immediately called the server and ordered a cup of coffee.

Yvette spoke slowly, “No need. I’ll have three cups of milkshake please.”

The waitress froze for a moment and asked again, just to be sure. Three milkshakes, right?”

Yvette nodded. “Yep.”

After the waitress left, Lucy glanced at Yvette curiously. “Yvette, since when did you switch to milkshakes?”

Yvette replied casually, “Well, I’ve recently found milkshakes more enjoyable.”

Lucy chuckled. As long as Yvette was happy, nothing else mattered.

Even after ten years, Yvette was just as quiet. She definitely would say anything if no one spoke to her,

was in a tough

her to marry a

home without a penny, ended up on the streets, and was

be both dramatic

that time, her rescuer wasn’t a prince on a white horse but Yvette, who appeared

entire suitcase of money.

T

replied with determination back then, “I want to start a game company and make a lot of money. This life, I just want to focus on

her a brief look before tossing the

twelve

her. Otherwise, she would

she used the money og establish FastPulse Technologies, a

ten years, she turned it into the largest game company in the

was the chairperson. But in reality, 31% of the shares

of FastPulse Technologies, holding absolute

up. Honestly, she

never got married or had children, because that would only slow down

ago, and now she

lately, she’s been

came to visit

thought she might get some

her black coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a side she never showed to others. “Yvette, what do you people

think

took a sip of her milkshake, her eyes deep as she stayed silent for a few moments. “Are you thinking about dying? Lucy choked on her drink, caught off guard. It was indeed too

gaze icy. “If you don’t want

Why worry so much? If you don’t want to die, you just need to live. Am I being too dramatic? Why do I start thinking about all these unnecessary things now that I have everything? Maybe it’s because I’ve been too idle

a

of women entered the booth

affluent housewives, each around fifty years old. Each one carried an LV handbag

reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next to Yvette’s table.

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