Masked In Nobility: Secrets Of Mrs. Chavez by Selina Gorges

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

her to marry a man

ended up on the streets, and was

could be both dramatic

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

before handing over the entire suitcase of

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“I want to start a game company and make a lot

a brief look before tossing

was only twelve at the time,

contact her. Otherwise, she would be able

the money og establish FastPulse Technologies, a game

ten years, she turned it into the largest game company in

was the chairperson. But in

the largest shareholder of FastPulse Technologies, holding

Honestly, she probably didn’t even care about

years, Lucy worked tirelessly and never got married or had children, because that would only slow down her

everyone wrong long ago, and now she had

been

then, Yvette came to visit

get some new insights

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

think

on her drink, caught off guard. It was indeed

gaze icy. “If you don’t want

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

a

of women entered the booth next to

around fifty years old. Each one carried an LV handbag

them to their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was