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 when she met

pressuring her to marry a man twenty years older than

up on the streets,

be both

wasn’t a prince on a white horse but Yvette, who appeared in blood–stained clothes with

her one question before handing over the entire suitcase of money. “Here’s some money. What do

T

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

her a brief look before

twelve at

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

she used the money og establish FastPulse Technologies, a game

into the largest game company

chairperson. But in reality, 31% of the shares

largest shareholder of FastPulse Technologies,

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

got married or had children, because that

and now

she’s been feeling

then, Yvette came

might get some new

coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a

think

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 her head with a sigh. Yvette, with

gaze icy.

too dramatic? Why

a

entered the

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

walked in, a waiter led them to their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it

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