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 thanks

ease. As they approached the exclusive elevator

arm. Yuna turned, only to hear Cordelia say slowly, “Your elevator

dumbfounded. “But the Presidential Suite is accessed through this elevator.”

detached eyes. “Oh, but the apartments for

stunned, disbelief etching

then turned to another staff member, saying, “Would you mind taking her to Greenmeadow

stepped

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

in a separate

funds. Yuna wouldn’t have had the chance to stay there if not for Cordelia’s

relegated back to her original status.

there, shocked. It was only as the elevator doors were closing that she sprang to action,

advance, “Please don’t disturb our esteemed guest. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to contact your

the Presidential Suite! Who do

thousand from her parents. Even if it was just to save face,

has several tiers. Ms. Delaney’s suite is the top–tier, costing

Yuna was dumbfounded.

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

study. The lady’s personal care items were all from

She headed straight for the study, resumed reviewing her papers.

inquired politely, “Ms. Delaney, we can arrange for your evening meal to be delivered to your suite. Please feel free to enjoy the minibar. When would you like to dine?”

to waste time going out, was pleasantly surprised by the

staff member left and serenity returned to the suite, Cordelia picked up

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, and the idea of parting with it was like a dagger to his heart.

thought–maybe he could play with it for

the phone, only for it to buzz

s touch.

away before he could grasp it.

message, his