Chapter 152


    Chapter 152 Called Away


    I offered Sweety a small smile and said, “I haven’t even said a word, and you’re already making me out


    to be unappreciative.”


    She stopped short, her l*ps pursed in frustration. “I was just worried you’d be upset with me over the


    online drama,” she exined. Seeing that I was not fuming, she ventured cautiously, “You’re not mad at


    me about the inte stuff, right?”


    I could not help but chuckle. “Why on earth would I be mad at you?”


    She stumbled over her words, pausing before asking, “So, what’s your game n now?” She quickly


    added, “I mean, with you and Idris. Aunt Deb mentioned you’re going for divorce.”


    My game n, huh?


    I pondered for a moment, then smiled softly. “We’re heading in different directions, but…”


    Her eyes sparkled with curiosity. “But what?”


    Her face was practically screaming with curiosity, and I could not resist tapping her forehead lightly. ”


    The thing is, Idris hasn’t signed the divorce papers yet. The Youngs have been dealing with some


    dramately, and they’re looking to cut ties with him for good. Looks like it’s gonna take a while.”


    “Did something with Madam Young hold things up?” she asked, her gaze drifting to the pastries the


    server had just ced on our table. They were so artfully made. Her eyes sparkled with excitement.


    Her question caught me off guard. “How’d you know something happened to Madam Young?” That was


    supposed to be family–only info. It should not have gotten out so fast.Text ? owned by N?velDrama.Org.


    She crammed a pastry into her mouth and said, a bit muffled, “Mr. Young mentioned he was heading


    back home, so I just asked him about it.”


    “Mr. Young?” I squinted at her, a hint of suspicion in my eyes. Then it clicked. “You mean Liam?”


    “Yep!” she said, her words garbled by the sweet treat. She pushed a te of the gorgeous pastries


    toward me. “Try one, they’re really good. Like, seriously yummy.”


    I was not a big sweet tooth, and Idris had already treated me to a feast this morning, so I was still


    stuffed. I ignored the pastries and pressed on, “Since when did you have Liam’s contact info?”


    She did not even nce up from her snack as she replied, “Well, I added him a while back to thank him


    for helping me out. I made sure to express my gratitude. This morning, after I posted an article, I


    shared it. He must’ve seen it because he liked andmented on it. Just being polite, I asked when he


    wasing back, and he said he was on his way today. I got curious and asked one more question,


    and that’s how I found out about Madam Young’s situation.”


    After he finished his story, I just nodded. I did not dwell on it too much–Liam had saved her life, after all.


    It was only natural to check in once in a while.


    As I mulled over the new project involving the leather bags, Sweety’s dad came to mind. I turned to her


    and asked, “How’s Mr. Taters doing? Still in good health?”


    She seemed to have had her fill of sweets, so she took a sip of tea to clear her taste buds and nodded.


    ” Yeah, he’s doing well. He even mentioned youst time and told me you should drop by if you’re ever


    free,”


    I gave a small smile. “I’ll swing by once I wrap up a few things here. I could actually use his advice on


    something.”


    She paused her snacking and looked at me curiously. “What’s up?”


    I filled her in on the investment deal with Scott Corporation and brought up the new Avaloria project.


    She pondered for a moment and then said, “I know the folks running those Avaloria projects. I’ll talk to


    my dad and see if he can arrange a dinner for us all.”


    I grinned and thanked her. “That’d be awesome!”


    After a few more bites of the overly sweet pastries, she decided she had had enough and turned her


    full attention to catching up with me, eager to chat about everything that had happenedtely.


    That was how it is with friends, I guess. We did not talk much usually, but when we did get together,


    there was a whole lot to catch up on. It was like we were trying to make up for lost time.


    Sweety and I talked until the sun began to dip low, and she was not ready to call it a day just yet. She


    grabbed my arm, ready to hit the shops.


    As we headed for the parking lot, my phone rang–it was Emily. I picked up and greeted her, “Hey,


    sister–inw.”


    Emily sounded rushed on the other end. “Yvette, have you got a minute?”


    I nced at Sweety, who was patiently waiting, and spoke into the phone, “I can spare a few. What’s


    going on?”


    Emily inhaled softly and said, “So, here’s the thing. Madam Young came to a while ago and asked for


    mushroom soup. You know I’m no chef, and I thought about getting our cook to whip it up, but Mr.


    Zachary thinks she might refuse it. I remember you made it for her once, and she loved it. If you’re not


    swamped, could you show me how to make it?”