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?”

that, everyone looked at the

well–known in their circles that the Delaney and Foster families had an arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since

Juliana.

was back, could it be she wanted

“Will you

barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy

going to

“Bang!”

chatter. The man in his forties frowned deeply. “Look how wild you’ve gotten after the holiday! Enough chit–chat. Let’s get something straight. Those

are on cleaning duty for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class

instantly rustled

papers into stacks and passed them back from the first row.

of Cordelia passed her

Cordelia looked up as if she hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers, and bogan

to focus on the exam, Hanley glanced

but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an

she stood up

gaze filled with disdain. Was she scribbling

to senior year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In the world of the wealthy, that move was for the no–good,

such useless

proctoring from the podium, also felt a headache coming on.

off in the head, had been placed

had handed in her paper after just

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

question, choice

second was B, also correct. Lucky

fourth… Mr. Latham’s

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She

completing the overly simple test, she decided to leave the classroom

she was hit by a wave

paper.