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,

a tough spot when

pressuring her to marry a man

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

could be both dramatic and

prince on a white horse but Yvette, who appeared in blood–stained

suitcase of money. “Here’s some money. What do you

T

“I want to start a game company and make a lot of money. This life, I

look before tossing the

only twelve at the time,

to contact her. Otherwise, she would be able to stay in touch

the money og

years, she turned it into the largest game

chairperson. But in reality, 31% of the shares

was the largest shareholder of

never showed up. Honestly, she probably didn’t even care about

Lucy worked tirelessly and never got married or had children, because that

proven everyone wrong long ago, and now she had more money than she could

she’s been feeling a

came to visit

get some new insights chatting with

a bit down. This was a side she never

think

on her drink, caught 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? I’m

lips pressed together, her gaze icy. “If you don’t want to die,

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

then, a

women entered the booth

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

soon as they walked in, a waiter led them to their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next

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