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,

then, Lucy was in a tough spot when

was pressuring her to marry a man

up on the streets, and

could be both

a prince on a white horse but Yvette, who

handing over the entire suitcase of money. “Here’s

T

to start a game company and make a lot of money. This life, I just want to focus on making

brief look before tossing the suitcase to

only twelve at the time,

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

the money og establish FastPulse Technologies, a

years, she turned it into the largest game company

the surface, she was the chairperson. But in

shareholder of

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

never got married or had children,

proven everyone wrong long ago, and now

lately, she’s been

Yvette came

might get some new insights chatting with

of her black coffee, feeling a bit down. This was

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

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

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 about all these unnecessary things now that I have everything? Maybe

a

the booth next to

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

Coincidentally, it was right next

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