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

pressuring her to marry a man twenty years older

away from home without a penny, ended up on the streets,

both dramatic

wasn’t a prince on a white horse but

handing over the entire suitcase of money. “Here’s some money. What do you

T

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

a brief look before tossing the suitcase

twelve at the

for a way to contact her. Otherwise, she would be able to stay in

og establish FastPulse

she turned it into the largest game company in

in reality, 31%

shareholder of

never showed up. Honestly, she probably

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

proven everyone wrong long ago, and now

lately, she’s been feeling a bit

came

get some new insights chatting with

bit down. This was a side she never showed to others. “Yvette, what do

think

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

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

silence fell between them. She found Yvette had a point. 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

then, a

women entered the booth next

around fifty years old. Each one carried an LV handbag in her left hand and an Hermes one in her

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

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