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,

in a tough spot when

her to marry a

away from home without a penny, ended up

be both

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

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

T

game company and make a

a brief look before tossing the suitcase to

who was only twelve at the

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

she used the money og

she turned it into the largest game

chairperson. But in reality, 31% of the

was the largest shareholder of FastPulse

just that Yvette never showed up. Honestly, she probably

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

ago, and now she had more money

lately, she’s been feeling a

Yvette came to visit

thought she might get some new

a sip of her black coffee, feeling a bit down. This was a side she never showed to others.

think

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 all this money,

eyes partially closed, lips pressed together, her gaze icy. “If

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 now that I have everything? Maybe it’s because I’ve been too idle lately. That’s no good. I need to find something to do. Maybe I should just

then, a group

of women entered the booth

each around fifty years old. Each one carried an LV handbag in

their reserved seats. Coincidentally, it was right next to Yvette’s

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