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,

then, Lucy was in a tough spot

her to marry a man twenty

from home without a penny, ended up

could be both dramatic and

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

handing over the entire suitcase of money. “Here’s some money. What do you want to

T

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

brief look before tossing the

who was only twelve

contact her. Otherwise, she would be able

og establish FastPulse

years, she turned it into the largest

But in reality, 31% of the shares

shareholder of

up. Honestly,

tirelessly and never got married or had children, because that would only

ago, and now she

been

Yvette came

might get some new insights

bit down. This was a side

think

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

her eyes partially closed, lips pressed together, her gaze

had a point. She thought. 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

a

women entered the

they were clearly affluent housewives, each around fifty years old. Each one carried an LV handbag in her left hand and

as they walked in, a waiter led them to their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next to Yvette’s table.

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