Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 21

Sanderson’s gift was swiftly assessed by the secretary without even peering inside. He knew it was pricey. This won’t do he said

Hackett had given explicit directives that no gifts were allowed!

Seeing his offering rebuffed Sanderson darkened his face further. Could it be because Lia had offended Griffin tamiy

As he pondered his next move a flashy–convertible roared up the drive, the wrought–iron gates swinging open. The secretary stepped aside, calling out respectfully. “Mr. Griffin”

Yates waved casually in acknowledgment and cruised through the entrance.

Sanderson deepened his frown

Yates appeared unperturbed, a clear sign that Hackett’s illness was just an excuse.

Sanderson couldn’t just loiter here, which would only serve to annoy them further As he was about to turn and leave to devise another plan, the car reversed back towards him, and Yates called out uncertainly. “Cordelia’s father?

He had seen Sanderson on various other occasions.

Sanderson nodded with composure. “That’s right.”

At that, Yates hurried out of his car, his manner suddenly transformed to one of courteous urgency. “Mr. Delaney, are you here for a visit? Please, come inside!”

Sanderson was momentarily dumbfounded. What was happening?

The secretary was equally bewildered. “Mr. Griffin, Hackett said…”

Yates cut him off with impatience, “Whatever it is, we’ll discuss it inside. Keeping guests waiting at the door isn’t the way of the Griffin family, is it?”

The secretary was left to wonder. Since when did Yates care about hospitality? But the secretary dared not voice his thoughts.

Inside the living room, Yates spoke, “Mr. Delaney, please take a seat. I’ll go call my grandpa.”

Glancing at the gift in Sanderson’s hand, he added, “Is this for us? Let me take it inside for you.”

Sanderson nodded, feeling awkward, and settled onto a nearby couch.

soaking up the sun. “Playing truant again?” Hackett sighed

a visitor,

waved dismissively, “I’m not seeing anyone for

crouched down, tugging at his grandfather’s beard, “Gramps, this is a guest you have to

pain, then smacked Yates” hand away,

got you so worked up?

into his hands, “This one you have to

a big shot in town. If I accept gifts now, I’m asking for trouble.”

not want to embarrass his grandfather. But if they refused the gift, Mr. Delaney might feel

the bag. “Ill see if the gift is expensive If not, you can accept it, otherwise Mr. Delaney will not

was about to say something when a familiar tea box was taken out

examined the box of St. Helena Coffee “Gramps, why does this gift look so familiar?”

was raced with

was familiar. It was his

Coffee, too treasured to drink, then requisitioned by Mr. Watkins with a single request, and now returned?

Wait…

was an

to wed! No, his thoughts were astray. Perhaps Mr. Watkins‘

nervously, clutching the coffee, “Does the Delaney family have a

two in senior year. One’s betrothed to the Foster family, forgot her name. The

Mr. Watkins

together, Hackett zeroed in on

“The guy from the Delaney family who’s outside is….

father!” Yates

spin. That was Mr. Watkins‘

clutched the coffee and

fraught with anxiety.

was nowhere to be seen. Just then, he heard footsteps and Hackett’s

him, but Hackett approached with an almost ingratiating air, ‘Mr. Sanderson,

bowed hastily. “I’m the one who’s intruded.”

him back to the couch, “Not at all, your visit is

loss for words, “Mr. Hackett, I hardly deserve such