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,

Lucy was in a tough spot when she

family was pressuring her to marry a

from home without a penny, ended up

be both dramatic

but Yvette, who

entire suitcase of money. “Here’s some

T

to start a game company and make a lot of money. This life, I just want to focus on making

before tossing

twelve at

a way to contact her. Otherwise, she would be able

og establish FastPulse

years, she turned it into the

chairperson. But in reality, 31% of the shares belonged to

of FastPulse Technologies, holding absolute

that Yvette never showed up. Honestly, she

never got married or had children, because

had proven everyone wrong long ago, and now

been feeling a

then, Yvette came to visit

some new insights chatting with

her black coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a

think

off guard. It was indeed too hard to get Yvette’s comfort. Lucy shook her head with a sigh. Yvette, with all this money, why would I think about ending it all?

put down her milkshake, her eyes partially closed, lips pressed together, her gaze icy. “If

her serious yet expressionless answer. A slight silence fell between them. She found Yvette 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

a group

entered the booth next

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

their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next to Yvette’s table. Both Yvette and Lucy could clearly hear their

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