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

had an arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney

Juliana.

back, could it be she wanted to reclaim Hanley?

you get

his sarcasm barely veiled. “How could I possibly fancy a dim–witted girl

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

“Bang!”

as Mr. Latham, the homeroom teacher, strode in, slamming the test papers onto the desk and disrupting the chatter. The man in his forties frowned deeply. “Look how wild you’ve gotten after the holiday! Enough chit–chat. Let’s

duty for a week! Now

class instantly rustled

stacks and passed them back from the first row.

in front of Cordelia passed her the

hadn’t heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers,

on the exam, Hanley glanced

questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less than ten minutes, she was

an hour later, she stood up

disdain. Was she scribbling nonsense? Hmph.

year to buy a high–priced diploma, right? In

such useless people

also felt a headache coming

a bit off in the head, had been placed in his class, untouchable and unsolvable, a real pain

her paper after just half an hour, essentially giving up.

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

choice C, was correct.

second was B, also correct. Lucky

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

Cordelia strolled downstairs.

with learning various knowledge and skills. Perhaps having particular strengths meant having weaknesses, too. She was somewhat slow to

so after completing the overly simple test,

she was hit by a wave of heat,

paper.