Chapter 11

Everard who was usually indifferent was shocked, but he calmed down instantly. He cracked a smile and took the two hundred bucks, saying. “The coffee beans are in the warehouse. Swing by after school to pick it up.”

“Will do.” Cordelia was brisk, turning on her heel and heading out. Catching sight of Little Fang’s complicated expression, she let out a quiet sigh.

Little Fang must think his boss was a real Scrooge, huh? But it didn’t matter.

Sanderson had given her a bank card loaded with a cool hundred grand. She was rolling in it!

As long as it was within reason, she didn’t mind giving Everard a leg up. Everything was possible. If he was happy, maybe she could shake off a curse about her being blinded by love a bit sooner.

Once Cordelia had left, Calvert grimaced and asked, “Where’s the St. Helena Coffee in the warehouse?”

All they had was that pile of condoms from the shelf display!

Everard shot him a look. “Call Hackett Griffin. You go fetch it.”

Calvert replied, “…Right.”

After speaking, he couldn’t help but mutter, “Sir, Mr. Griffin’s a good man in his sixties. Can’t you just call him Mr. Griffin? ‘Hackett Griffin‘ sounds…” His sentence took a sharp turn under Everard’s gaze, “That is away from your well–education!”

Everard ignored him and settled back behind the counter, picking up a book to read.

Cordelia walked into the school gates just as an Audi pulled up.

Hanley watched her fleeting figure, momentarily stunned, not getting out of the car.

Belinda, who had driven their son to school, was oblivious to his distraction and launched into a rant, “Only second place this time? What happened?”

a straight face,

it the Delaney family messing with you on test day? Thank goodness we switched our marital pledge, or you’d be

rebellion, Hanley pushed the car

got first place this time? Juliana? You two

out of the car, but her words made him pause and

it was Juliana… wait, what?” Belinda was stunned.

nagging. Why hadn’t she consulted him before calling off the engagement with

charge of the class who

tell you to dye your hair back

hair costs money.

red–faced with frustration, sighed, “Come to my

in confusion. Why did he summon

and Cordelia got a taste of how much of a headache her deskmate was. Merry was sleeping through class, gaming on her

exercises, Cordelia made her way to Latham’s office. She nudged Merry who was

replied with a grin, “Nah, Mr. Latham

“Where

Merry

up, puzzled by Cordelia’s cluelessness, locked her phone, and

henpecked. His wife takes his

didn’t know how to reply.

smiled at

took out something wrapped in

Merry, he said, “I’m not sure how much you need for the hair,

secret stash. Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hit

smiled, “It’s yours to

her rebellious eyes, ultimately she took the money and left, “Fine, I’m

spoke up, “Why bother with her, Latham? Her

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