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

ease. As they approached the exclusive elevator that serviced the Presidential

fair hand grasped Yuna’s arm. Yuna turned, only to hear Cordelia say

“But the Presidential Suite

glanced at the elevator with detached eyes. “Oh, but the apartments for Greenmeadow High School.

disbelief etching

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

words, Cordelia stepped

student body mainly came from

accommodations were in a separate building, far more affordable.

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

back to her original

there, shocked. It was only as the elevator doors were closing that she sprang to action, shouting, “Cordelia, are you playing

staff member blocked her advance, “Please don’t disturb our esteemed guest. If you

kicked the wall beside her. “So what if it’s the Presidential Suite! Who

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

“The Presidential Suite has several

Yuna was dumbfounded.

hotel, boasting breathtaking views

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

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

we can arrange for your evening meal to be delivered to

going out, was pleasantly surprised

picked up her phone, texting Little Fang, ‘The room

the counter. It was a hot new release he’d managed to snag after much

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

the phone, only for it to buzz

s touch.

snatched the phone away

watched as his boss skimmed the message, his icy gaze