Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

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, silent.

on test day? Thank goodness we

rebellion, Hanley pushed the car door open, ‘I’m off

You two are practically engaged. It’s okay if

made him pause and turn, compelled to respond for some reason, “It was

Juliana… wait, what?” Belinda was

Belinda’s nagging.

teacher in charge of the class who liked to harp on

called out, “Merry, didn’t I tell you to dye your

deskmate slumped on the desk, indifferent as a pig in the sun, “Sir, dying hair costs

frustration, sighed, “Come to my office during the break, you

her name, looked up in confusion. Why did he summon her?

a taste of how much of a headache her deskmate was. Merry was sleeping through class, gaming on her phone once awake, bluntly refusing to answer questions, to the point where the teachers

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

“Nah, Mr. Latham won’t do

“Where is his office

Merry

Cordelia’s cluelessness, locked her phone, and

nature kicked in, “Mr. Latham is so henpecked. His wife takes his whole paycheck.

know how to reply.

at Cordelia and said, “Just

opened a drawer and took out something wrapped in a newspaper.

how much you need for the hair, but five hundred should cover

your secret stash. Aren’t you afraid I’ll just hit the arcade with this?”

yours to do as you

the money and left,

Merry had gone, another teacher spoke up, “Why bother with her, Latham? Her parents have given up on her, and yet you…