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

to marry a man twenty years older

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

could be both

rescuer wasn’t a prince on a white horse but Yvette, who appeared in blood–stained clothes with a big suitcase full of

suitcase of money. “Here’s

T

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

before tossing the suitcase to

twelve at the time,

contact her. Otherwise, she would be able

used the money og establish FastPulse Technologies,

ten years, she turned it into the largest game

in reality, 31% of the

largest shareholder of FastPulse

up. Honestly, she probably didn’t even care

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

ago, and now she had more money than she

lately, she’s been

Yvette came

get some new insights

sip of her black coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a side she never showed to

think

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

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

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 too idle lately. That’s no

a

of women entered the booth next to

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

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

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