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?”

looked at the

engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But

Juliana.

could it be she wanted to reclaim

“Will you get hitched

irritable, Hanley clenched his jaw, his sarcasm barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy a dim–witted

up. “So, you’re going

“Bang!”

man in his forties frowned deeply.

a week! Now clean up your

instantly rustled into action.

divided the papers into stacks and

of Cordelia

up as if she hadn’t heard the previous discussion,

to focus on the exam,

a math test, and everyone was scribbling calculations on their scratch paper, but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less than ten minutes, she was already on

hour later, she stood up and handed in

filled with disdain. Was she scribbling nonsense?

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

despised such useless

the podium, also felt a headache coming

school and was a bit off in the head, had

just half an

grade it. Looking down, he found the paper clean and neat, with direct

choice C, was

was B, also correct. Lucky

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

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

she was obsessed with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant

after completing the overly simple test, she

out of the academic building, she was hit by a

paper.