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

felt perfectly at ease. As they approached the exclusive elevator

fair hand grasped Yuna’s arm. Yuna

Suite is

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

disbelief etching

“Would you mind taking her to Greenmeadow High School’s

those words, Cordelia stepped into the elevator.

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

separate building, far more affordable.

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

relegated back to her original

the elevator doors were closing that she sprang to action, shouting, “Cordelia, are

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

frustration, Yuna kicked the wall beside her. “So what if it’s the Presidential Suite! Who do you think you are?

had extracted three thousand from her parents. Even if it was just to save face, she’d splurge

“The Presidential Suite has several tiers. Ms. Delaney’s suite is the top–tier, costing $10,000 for one night.”

Yuna was dumbfounded.

of the hotel, boasting breathtaking views and

and bedroom, there was a private study. The lady’s personal care items were all

mildly impressed, but mostly indifferent. She headed straight for the

to be delivered to your suite. Please feel free to enjoy the minibar.

who didn’t want to waste time going out, was pleasantly surprised by the

Cordelia picked up her phone, texting Little Fang,

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

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

out stealthily for the phone, only for it to buzz

s touch.

pale fingers snatched the phone away before he could

watched as his boss skimmed the message, his