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 met

family was pressuring her to marry a man

up

be both dramatic and

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

entire suitcase

T

clearly how she had replied with determination back then, “I want to start a game

brief look before

who was only twelve at the

her. Otherwise, she would

money og

it into the largest

in reality, 31% of the shares

largest shareholder of

just that Yvette never showed up. Honestly, she probably didn’t even

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

wrong long ago, and now she had more money than

she’s been feeling

came to visit

might get some

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

think

on her drink, caught off guard. It was indeed too hard to get Yvette’s comfort. Lucy shook her head with a

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

dramatic? Why do I

a

entered the booth next

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

in, a waiter led them to their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next to Yvette’s table. Both Yvette and Lucy could

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