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.”

in

but she felt perfectly at ease. As they approached the exclusive elevator that serviced the Presidential Suite, Yuna practically sprinted inside.

in that moment, Cordelia’s slender and fair hand grasped Yuna’s arm. Yuna turned, only to hear Cordelia say

the Presidential Suite is

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

was stunned, disbelief etching

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

those words, Cordelia stepped into

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

accommodations were in a separate building,

School’s funds. Yuna wouldn’t have had the chance to stay

relegated back to her original status.

stood there, shocked. It was only as the elevator doors were closing that she

“Please don’t disturb our esteemed guest. If you refuse to cooperate,

wall beside her. “So what if it’s the Presidential Suite! Who do you think you are? How much? I want an upgrade tool”

extracted three thousand from her parents. Even if it

chuckle, “The Presidential Suite has several tiers. Ms.

Yuna was dumbfounded.

Presidential Suite was perched at the pinnacle of the hotel, boasting breathtaking views and an expansive layout of over three thousand square

lounge, and bedroom, there was a private study. The lady’s personal care items were all from high–end brands and luxury permeated every detail.

headed straight for the study,

your evening meal to be delivered to

waste time going out, was pleasantly surprised by the offer.

member left and serenity returned to the suite, Cordelia picked up her phone, texting Little Fang, ‘The room is great, thanks.’

a tiny stool, gazing lovingly at his phone perched on the counter. It was a hot new release he’d managed to snag after much effort,

with Everard not messaging Cordelia, Calvert thought–maybe he could play with it for a bit. What harm could there

out stealthily for the phone, only for

s touch.

snatched the phone away before he

as his boss skimmed the message, his icy gaze then sliding over to him.