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

marry a man

without a penny, ended up on

be both

horse but Yvette, who appeared in blood–stained clothes

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

T

determination back then, “I want to start a game company and make a lot

her a brief look before tossing the

who was only twelve

to persistently ask for a way to contact her. Otherwise, she

og establish

she turned it into the largest

in reality, 31% of the

was the largest shareholder of FastPulse Technologies, holding

up. Honestly, she probably didn’t even care about these

worked tirelessly and never got married or had children,

and now she had more money than

been feeling a

then, Yvette came to

might get some

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

think

her milkshake, her eyes deep as 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 her head with a sigh. Yvette,

milkshake, her eyes partially closed, lips pressed together, her gaze

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

a

of women entered the booth next to

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

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

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