Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 3

The next day, a curious crowd of students surrounded the seniors in Class 1 at Greenmeadow International School.

“Is that the new transfer student?“–

“I heard she’s the Delaney kid who went missing for eighteen years, and they finally found her in some rural orphanage.

“A country bumpkin, huh? Can she even understand our foreign language teacher’s lectures?”

“Can she keep up with our dance classes or the piano lessons? Has she ever even touched a piano?”

In the midst of the scoffs, a differing voice piped up, “But, she’s pretty hot.

Everyone’s gaze shifted to the back of the classroom, where Cordelia was reading a book.

She sat there quietly, her pale fingers holding a set of practice exams, her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, revealing a perfect forehead. In her black and white uniform, she exuded an air of scholarly poise, her expressionless face focused on the test papers, and her beautiful eyes veiled in a mist.

A few boys nearby couldn’t take their eyes off her.

Most students at Greenmeadow International School came from wealthy families, used to seeing all kinds of starlets and beauties, but a beauty like Cordelia was rare.

Seeing the boys attracted, a girl’s voice pierced the air sharply, “Juliana, why is your cousin ignoring everyone? Is she that stuck–up?”

Juliana glanced at the handsome boy beside her, her eyes flickering. “Don’t say that. My cousin’s just a bit slow on the uptake. She’s new and might need everyone’s help with her studies.”

“Slow on the uptake? So, she’s a ditz, huh?“:

“No wonder she looks so dull and dim!”

The class president complained, “If she’s a ditz, she shouldn’t be in our class. There’s a baseline test today, and what if she drags down our class average?”

Class 1 was the elite class of the school, where each student carried a sense of pride.

“Why is she even in our class?”

Someone suddenly remarked, “Could it be for Hanley Foster?”

at the school heartthrob,

engagement, a typical alliance of wealth.

Juliana.

back, could it be she

Hanley’s shoulder, joking, “Will you get hitched to

clenched his jaw, his sarcasm barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy

perked up. “So, you’re going to call off the

“Bang!”

papers onto the desk and disrupting the chatter. The man in his forties

test are on cleaning duty for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class president, distribute

instantly rustled into action.

president divided the papers into stacks and passed them back from

student in front of Cordelia passed her the

she hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers, and bogan answering questions.

exam,

at the questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less than

later, she stood up

Was she scribbling

senior year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world of the wealthy, that move was for

useless people the

the podium, also felt a headache coming

self–studied high school and was a bit off in the head, had been placed in

handed in her paper after just half an hour, essentially

he found the paper clean and neat, with direct answers written for the multiple–choice and fill–in–the–blank questions. He wondered how many

first question, choice C, was correct.

was B, also correct. Lucky streak?

question and the fourth… Mr. Latham’s eyes widened in disbelief

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

with a photographic memory since childhood, she was obsessed with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She was somewhat slow

completing the overly simple test,

the academic building, she was hit by a wave

paper.