Let's break up

　　But he cannot locate the IP address since Lucy just wondering around in the street.

　　Thus he give a phone call to Evan and report it simply: "Your dance party number plate has been bid up to fifty thousand dollars. This school girl, Lucy, is going crazy.Does she did all those thing just to get your attention?"

Dance party number plate?

Evan Clare furrowed his brow, his lower body wrapped in a towel as he walked to his desk and opened his computer.

The computer had been left on for a few days, and the email page was still open. There were numerous emails, and on Evan Clare's side, they were marked as "read," but he had added a code to make them appear as "unread" on the sender's side.

All the senders were listed as "M_Lu," and for the past two years, he received one email every day. The content varied from expressing concern, casual greetings, or copying boring jokes from the internet. There wasn't a single day without an email.

Evan Clare had always found it boring, and he still did. His expression remained unchanged, but he subconsciously clicked open the inbox.

After 730 days of monotonous junk mail, it had stopped just yesterday.

It had been interrupted for two days now.

Evan Clare felt a sudden irritation for no apparent reason. There was a flash of lightning outside the window, and suddenly, a heavy rain started pouring down.

He closed the email page, got up, went to the kitchen, grabbed a bottle of mineral water, opened it, and drank while leaning against the counter. With one hand, he replied to Zhao Yisheng: "What dance party number plate?"

Zhao Yisheng knew that Evan Clare was too lazy to read WeChat messages, so he decided to call and explain again, saying, "I'm just curious. Can she really bear not attending this dance party? This girl probably guessed that you and Wei Nan couldn't resist checking the IP, so she's selling it in such a high-profile manner. It's like she's playing a game of cat and mouse."

Evan Clare remained silent.

Zhao Yisheng was still rubbing his chin, pondering, "I have to admit, she's quite clever. With this move, she has certainly captured your attention. Previously, you wouldn't have given her a second glance."

Suddenly, Evan Clare cut him off, "Have you finished your report? You seem quite free."

Zhao Yisheng, feeling a bit embarrassed, shamelessly said, "Not yet, but with you around, why hurry, right?" Halfway through, he suddenly sensed a hint of annoyance in Evan Clare's tone and asked, "What's happened? Is that pain in the neck causing trouble again?"

Evan Clare replied, "She's already gone."

Zhao Yisheng said angrily, "What does that pest want now?! Now she remembers you and wants to use you to fight for her inheritance. What was she doing back then? Shall we hire someone to teach that pest a lesson? Chubai, what do you say? Or maybe you should just move homes again, considering the assets your old man gave you, buying a few more houses won't be a problem."

"Let it go," Evan Clare raised his hand to his temple and replied indifferently, "Moving won't change anything. By the way, your family has business in Germany. I need you to find someone for me; this person is essential and can make a significant difference in the Song family. When you arrange for them to return to the country, make sure nobody else can trace their movements."

"Who is this person?" Zhao Yisheng asked, "I'm all ears."

After instructing Zhao Yisheng about the matter, Evan Clare casually picked up a thumbtack from the refrigerator and threw it towards the wooden board on the wall to his right. It hit the target right in the center with a "whoosh."

He contemplated for a moment and went to the window to draw the curtains.

In just a short while, the rain had become heavier. Evan Clare suddenly remembered something, took out his phone, swiped the screen, and looked at it.

For the past two years, Lu Lu somehow got hold of his phone number. She hadn't been bothering him, but on rainy days, she would send a text message with a smiling face, reminding him to take an umbrella when going out.

At first, Evan Clare thought they were just junk messages and didn't bother to block them. However, these messages had come in handy a few times, ensuring that he never got caught in the rain. Each message had a different reminder, and Evan Clare realized that they might not be automated messages but rather personalized ones. So, he decided to check the phone number.

He thought that she would probably be like any other attention-seeking girl at S University, unable to sustain her efforts for long. However, for the past two years, she had been consistent like a sunflower that never stopped turning. Over time, it became a habit for Evan Clare.

But tonight, despite the heavy rain outside, there was no new message from her. Evan Clare's expression remained indifferent, and he stared at the rain hitting the glass window, making a noisy and irritating sound.

In this world, Lucy had officially started her retired life, and her plan was to have no plan, to enjoy a carefree life without following the plot.

In recent days, she hadn't delivered breakfast to Evan Clare, nor had she contacted anyone around Andrew Bush.

She went to bed and woke up early to exercise, and then did all the things she couldn't do when she was living in the hospital. She tasted delicious food and visited art exhibitions.

Lucy even considered going hiking or bungee jumping. She had never been able to do extreme sports freely before. However, with the constant rain over the past few days, Lucy couldn't experience too much novelty. When she had no classes, she would stay in her dorm and watch "SpongeBob SquarePants."

　　Lucy picked up the conversation again.

Vivien learned that she had indeed left Andrew Bush's villa four days ago, and she was both shocked and puzzled. She wanted to invite her out for a meal.

Lucy thought for a moment and agreed. Since she couldn't disappear because of the Qu family, she might as well go with the flow.

Vivien was one of Lucy's closest friends, so meeting up was inevitable. After returning from ten different worlds, she had also missed this old friend.

She reverted to her original appearance, and the two of them quickly met at the Emperor KTV.

Vivien watched the snacks being constantly delivered by the waitstaff and Lucy excitedly fiddling with the microphone while sitting on a genuine leather sofa. Flashing red and blue lights shone on Lucy, highlighting her fair skin, delicate features, slightly wavy long hair that glistened in the light. She had a smile on her face, and there was no sign of disappointment or sadness since leaving the Gu family.

Far from appearing worn out, she seemed more spirited and radiant than before.

Vivien couldn't believe her eyes.

Lucy had been deeply in love with Andrew Bush, not to the point of being madly in love, otherwise, she wouldn't have risked her life a year ago.

Vivien felt sorry for her.

Although she had always advised Lucy that being with Andrew Bush would be challenging, as they were fundamentally different people, she also knew that the only way for Lucy to let go would be to erase all her memories of Andrew Bush.

But now, was she really determined to let go? Even though Andrew Bush had left her at the ski resort this time, it was indeed infuriating, but compared to a year ago when Andrew Bush could summon her at will, he had clearly given her a little more importance now. So why was she giving up at this moment?

Vivien couldn't understand Lucy's thoughts and exclaimed, "Are you serious? Have you really left Andrew Bush's side? You're not going back?"

For the eighth time, Lucy replied, "Yes, it's true. I'm not going back."

Vivien mumbled, "But you love him so much..."

Lucy sighed in her heart, perhaps it was because she was too convincing when playing the role of Lucy. Those who had seen her believed that without Andrew Bush, Lucy would not survive. Vivien had witnessed her ups and downs for three years, so her disbelief was understandable.

Lucy tried to remember her thoughts when playing the role of Lucy. "I'm just tired. My only thought was that I was exhausted. Even if Andrew Bush had started to like me bit by bit, dealing with such a proud and arrogant person was more exhausting than doing a hundred laborious tasks at Lu Lu's place."

Lucy said, "It's too tiring, so I gave up. A person can't hang on to one tree and hang themselves."

Vivien looked at her, and tears fell from her eyes.

Lucy was taken aback, she couldn't stand it when people were kind to her.

She quickly took out a piece of paper, went over to her, held her face gently, and wiped away the tears. "Why are you crying?" she said, then picked up the microphone and put her arm around Vivien's shoulder. "Come on, let's sing."

Vivien pushed the microphone away, rubbed her eyes, and said, "You're saying this now, but I'm afraid you'll lose your resolve when he calls you."

Lucy hurriedly assured, "No, absolutely not."

Vivien looked at her with a worried expression, full of concern.

Lucy was at a loss; she didn't know how to tell Vivien that she really had nothing to do with Andrew Bush anymore.

Lucy, concerned for her safety, escorted Vivien home. Vivien's family was reasonably well-off, living in a centrally located affluent district. It might not be on the scale of the Gu family, but they were still wealthy. Yet, she was willing to be friends with Lucy, the orphan.

Lucy turned around and turned off Lucy's phone again. She didn't want too many people to know this number.

It was late in the evening, and it hadn't rained today; instead, it was a bit sultry, and traffic was congested. Lucy and Vivien had spent the afternoon playing, and their mood was good. They walked along the roadside, and Lucy took out a new phone to search for nearby places to eat.

Suddenly, a car horn beeped behind them, but Lucy didn't notice. The car approached from the right.

"Miss Lu."

Lucy turned around and saw Andrew Bush's assistant, Zhao Zhan, lowering the car window. He had a slight frown and was looking at her.

This was expected by Lucy; she assumed that Andrew Bush would eventually send someone to find her.

It wasn't just because, following the storyline, Andrew Bush had developed some feelings for her. It was also because she had left home right after he called and told her to wait for his return.

In Andrew Bush's eyes, he wanted to keep her in the palm of his hand, but he couldn't stand that she didn't love him crazily. Despite knowing that he might have visited Zhou Shiya in the hospital, she still clung to him out of fear of losing him.

Zhao Zhan said a few words to the driver and got out of the car with a luxury bag in his hand. The box inside the bag was clearly visible; even the box and bag alone should have been very expensive.

He looked Lucy up and down and noticed that she didn't seem too distressed. Instead, she appeared well-fed, healthy, and full of life. He frowned slightly, a bit surprised.

He said to Lucy, "It's been four days, you should go back. If you don't return soon, Gu has probably lost his patience."

For these four days, he had lost track of Lucy. He thought it was because she was hiding at the Lu family's place, licking her wounds in private.

Lucy couldn't help but get irritated by his tone. "Why should I go back? Did I sign a contract with Andrew Bush that obligates me to stay by his side? No, I didn't. I'll stay wherever I want, and from now on, I won't go back."

Zhao Zhan raised an eyebrow, looking at her with disbelief.

This was not the usual way Lucy spoke.

However, she had her own personality despite her gentle appearance. She looked soft but was a survivor who had been through hardships and could be a little tougher when necessary.

"Do you, too, have to speak so aggressively?" Zhao Zhan looked at her, then said, "Miss Lu, we have similar backgrounds. As an assistant, I'll give you a piece of advice..."

Before he could finish his sentence, Lucy suddenly held out her hand and said, "I won't talk to you anymore. I'll speak directly to Andrew Bush. Give me your phone."

Zhao Zhan hesitated for a moment, thinking that Lucy was about to accept the opportunity he had given her. She was pretending that Andrew Bush had personally invited her back because she couldn't let go of her pride. This character was more vivid than the previous one, who had been silent and gentle.

He gave a semi-mocking smile and handed over his phone. He thought that Lucy was already taking this way out, pretending that she was being personally invited back by Andrew Bush. This character was much more lively than the previous quiet and gentle one.

But then, with Zhao Zhan's phone in hand, Lucy called and said, "It's me."

"Oh?" Andrew Bush's voice on the other end sounded disinterested. He had probably received the gift from Zhao Zhan.

Lucy continued, "I have something to say."

For some reason, as she looked at Zhao Zhan, she suddenly spread her hand out and said to him, "I don't want to talk to you. I'll speak directly to Andrew Bush. Give me your phone."

Zhao Zhan paused for a moment, thinking that Lucy was taking the opportunity he was giving her, pretending that she was personally invited back by Andrew Bush because she couldn't let go of her pride. This character was much more lively than the quiet and gentle one she had portrayed earlier.

He gave a slightly mocking smile and handed over his phone, assuming that Lucy was taking the exit he had provided, pretending that she was personally invited back by Andrew Bush because she couldn't bear to lose face.

He looked at her and thought that she would soon change her tune when he handed her the phone. However, to his surprise, Lucy took the phone, looked at Zhao Zhan, and said, "I have something to say."

Andrew Bush's voice from the other end of the phone was cold and indifferent as he reclined on the sofa, nonchalantly toying with a pocket watch. "What is it?"

Lucy replied, "It's me."

"Oh?" Andrew Bush's tone was still cold, and he seemed uninterested. He had likely received the gift from Zhao Zhan.

Lucy continued, "I want to say that, Andrew Bush, let's break up."

The air fell completely silent.