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Requiem of a Broken Heart

Chapter 967
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Chapter 967: She simply posted her work online and kept winning awards.

Below the studio, a line of street vendors filled the air with the smell of fried snacks. Her stomach growled in response.

She'd been camped there all morning without so much as a glimpse of another person, let alone Anthea.

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Clutching her stomach, Yvonne sighed. The hunger was starting to make her lightheaded, and she realized too late that she hadn't packed anything to eat. Her vision wavered slightly.

The sun overhead had turned hot and sluggish, pulling her further into exhaustion.

Still, the thought nagged-what if she stepped away and missed her chance? She decided to wait it out a little longer.

However, fatigue took over.

Without realizing it, Yvonne dozed off, slumped gently against the studoor.

"Hey! Wake up! Wake up!" Yvonne had no idea how long she'd been out before a voice finally broke through. Groggy, she blinked at the figure in front of her.

For a moment, she couldn't believe her eyes.

The person standing there...

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Hold on a second! She rubbed her eyes, stunned. Why did this woman look so familiar? "Anya? I can't believe it's really you!" "Yvonne! It's been forever!" They spoke at the stime, both caught off guard. Yvonne couldn't believe her eyes.

She was an upperclassman Yvonne had known back in college, and it had been years since they'd last seen each other.

Copy access here: galnovo There stood Anya Wallace-elegant brows, refined features, a soft, healthy glow to her skin, and long waves of hair tumbling over her shoulders. She looked every bit the image of polished grace.

She stepped forward and pulled Yvonne into a warm hug.

"What brings you here, Yvonne? Con-let's grab lunch. My treat." Anya reached for her hand, already tugging her toward the street. Yvonne shook her head quickly. “I wish I could, Anya, but I'm here to meet Anthea."

"Really?" Anya stopped and turned, a playful smile dancing on her lips "And what do you need with Anthea?"

"Our editor wants to run a feature on her, and I was assigned to schedule the interview. It's part of my om view. We internship review. I figured messaging her online wouldn't do much good, so I chere hoping to catch her in person."