Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 45

Seeing Cordelia’s bewildered expression, Merry didn’t hesitate. She whipped out her smartphone, opened her browser, and scrolled through nphotos until she found one of her heartthrob on the cover of a famous men’s magazine.

There he was, draped casually in a white toga that looked ready to slip off his shoulders at any moment, a hint of mischief in his eye. A beauty spot shaped like a teardrop just below his eye added to his enigmatic allure. His gaze was intense, staring off into the distance, and his lips curved in a half–smile that seemed to reach through the screen and beckon the viewer closer.

“Hot, right? Tell me you wouldn’t want a piece of that!” Merry gushed, practically swooning over the image.

Cordelia just stared at it.

The man was undeniably handsome but in a completely different way from Everard, who had this dangerous, edgy vibe…Why was she even thinking about Everard?

Shaking her head to clear the thought, Cordelia was about to return to her studies when she overheard conversation nearby.

“Merry, I heard you moved out from your folks‘ place. You’re not staying on campus, so where are you crashing now?”

Merry rolled her eyes. “I got an apartment.”

“Wow, you got cash? Didn’t your family cut you off?” the person asked, surprised.

Merry snorted. “Do you think I lived for eighteen years without saving a dime?”

The other person just uttered an “Oh” and fell silent.

But Cordelia remembered Paulina had offered Merry a bank card after the incident with the stolen class funds, which Merry had declined. Not wanting to pry into her friend’s personal life, Cordelia hadn’t asked any further questions. But Merry might be having money troubles.

Casually, Cordelia tapped Merry on the shoulder. “You short on cash? I can lend you some.”

Merry glanced around and leaned closer, whispering, “Lia, I’m making my own money now. Don’t worry about it.” Did she say she was making money?

Cordelia blinked in confusion. “What?”

Lowering her voice, Merry confessed, “I’ve started streaming online for cash,”

After a pause, she added with anxiety, “Lia, you won’t think less of me, will you?”

Once the darling heiress of the Jordan family, she was a streamer then.

her head slowly. “Not at

breathed a sigh

period rang, Cordelia, with Hanley and Juliana,

were fast approaching, and the trio had stopped attending regular classes to focus full–time on

on physics and afternoons on math. But today, driven by a need to validate some hypothesis, she headed to the math class instead.

“Is she going all–in on math now? Has she given

18th or 19th, with the physics competition hot on its heels.

“Smart move

Galaxy Math Whiz Competition had shattered Hanley’s pride, but he wasn’t one to hold grudges. He had grown to respect Cordelia’s prowess in math.

saw that it was devoid of any math problems. but a single sheet of

an eyebrow in confusion and sat behind

as Cordelia wrote and sketched, occasionally crumpling draft papers and tossing them

borrow a book titled Batra’s Life, which Hanley recognized as a famous mathematical challenge, but

it wasn’t just the morning. Throughout the afternoon, Cordelia continued with her mysterious project, which was incomprehensible to Hanley.

teacher, stopped by and saw what she was up to, he was shocked. “Cordelia, are trying to prove Batra’s Conjecture?”

She nodded.

you

hurdle. It’s not something you should

Cordelia had self–studied the university math

to solve it. “Mr. Latham, I

prodigy. “Just make sure

problem,” Cordelia assured him.

back any longer. “Cordelia,”

She didn’t respond.

let one first place make you dismiss the National Math League. Your attitude is coming off as flippant and careless! The Galaxy Math Whiz Competition was off–syllabus, and I know you studied beyond that, but that doesn’t make your win entirely legitimate. There are countless math prodigies out there. Take Jake from Greenmeadow High. Last year, he won first prize at the National League and almost got himself to

verge of a breakthrough, Cordelia

help but snap back, her misty, cold gaze sweeping

froze, his mouth clamping shut

He had offered a friendly

harsh reality teach her a

stuck on the same problem until six in the evening

if she could prove this tiny logic!