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 spot when she met

marry a man twenty years older than

home without a penny, ended up

be both dramatic

white horse but Yvette, who appeared in blood–stained clothes

entire suitcase of money. “Here’s some money.

T

to start a game

her a brief look before tossing the suitcase

who was only twelve at the time,

contact her. Otherwise, she

used the money og

ten years, she turned it into the largest

in reality, 31% of the shares

shareholder of FastPulse Technologies,

showed up. Honestly, she

or had children, because that would only slow

everyone wrong long ago, and now

been feeling a

then, Yvette came

thought she might get some new insights chatting

coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a side she

think

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 hard to get Yvette’s comfort. Lucy shook her

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

Why do I start thinking about all these unnecessary things now that I have everything? Maybe it’s because I’ve been too idle

then, a

women entered the

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

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

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