Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 32

The room fell into a moment of silence before Yuna shattered the quiet atmosphere, her tone laced with utter disbelief. “What?”

The Presidential Suite? The stuff of fiction, something Yuna had only ever read about in novels, was Cordelia really going to stay there?

Yuna turned to look at her schoolmate. Cordelia stood serene and unassuming in her plain uniform, betraying no hint of wealth or privilege. Yet, her striking beauty and commanding presence suggested she was no ordinary teenager. Could this be what real affluence looked like?

Swallowing hard, Yuna quickly adjusted her earlier standoffish attitude, her smile now awkward and strained. “Oh, Cordelia, I totally got the wrong end of the stick earlier!”

She scampered over, her smile now all ingratiating charm. “Mr. Latham and Zack wanted us to stick together, you know? To keep you safe at night, in case you got scared or something. So, um, do you want me to come with?

The idea of crashing in the Presidential Suite with Cordelia had Yuna’s mind spinning with the social currency she’d gain at school! But would Cordelia agree…?

Just as she pondered this, Cordelia furrowed her brow in confusion.

She hadn’t requested an upgrade to the Presidential Suite. What was going on?

Her phone chimed.

Boss Wallace explained, “I got a sweet deal at the hotel you’re staying at and upgraded you to the Presidential Suite!

Cordelia was indifferent to where she stayed, but she wouldn’t turn down a more luxurious option, especially with a hefty amount in her bank account. She texted back, ‘How much? I’ll pay you back when I return.”

The reply came swiftly, ‘$8.8.

Was this some sort of group discount deal?

Pondering over this, she set her phone aside. At the sight of Yuna’s eagerness, Cordelia paused before. speaking, “Pack your stuff.”

Yuna was over the moon, hardly believing her luck. She hurriedly gathered her barely touched luggage, then stood expectantly before Cordelia, backpack in hand. “All set!”

Cordelia, dragging her suitcase with leisurely grace, was just about to exit when a hotel staff member took over, “Ms. Delaney, allow me to assist with your luggage.”

nodded in thanks

but she felt perfectly at ease. As they approached

hand grasped Yuna’s arm. Yuna turned, only to

dumbfounded. “But the Presidential Suite is accessed through

the elevator with detached eyes. “Oh, but the apartments for Greenmeadow High School. are serviced by a different

disbelief etching her

another staff member, saying, “Would you mind taking her to Greenmeadow High School’s side?

those words, Cordelia stepped into the

a prestigious institution, but its student body mainly came from modest backgrounds unlike the affluent children

accommodations were in a separate building, far more affordable.

had been arranged by Latham, paid for by Greenmeadow International School’s funds. Yuna wouldn’t have had the chance to stay there

to

doors were closing that she sprang to action, shouting, “Cordelia, are you playing me?!”

blocked her advance, “Please don’t disturb our esteemed guest. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll

frustration, Yuna kicked the wall beside her. “So what if it’s the Presidential

parents. Even if it was just to save face, she’d splurge on one

the staff member chuckle, “The Presidential Suite has several tiers. Ms.

Yuna was dumbfounded.

the hotel, boasting breathtaking views

was a private study. The lady’s personal

headed straight for

delivered to your suite. Please feel free to enjoy the minibar. When would you like to dine?”

time going

left and serenity returned to the suite, Cordelia picked up her phone, texting Little Fang, ‘The

a hot new release he’d managed to snag after much effort, and the idea of parting

messaging Cordelia, Calvert thought–maybe he could play with it for

stealthily for the phone, only for it to

s touch.

pale fingers snatched the phone away

the message, his icy gaze