Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 55

Frankie didn’t hold this little girl in contempt.

After all, she was just a high school student. It would be normal for her to struggle with the problem. But deep down, he harbored a glimmer of hope

He was getting on in years, and his progress in the realm of mathematics had plateaued. He was eager to nurture more new talents

As the leading math wizard in this country, Frankie had once encountered a prodigy in the field, someone he thought could shine in the world of mathematics, Unfortunately that individual shrouded in mystery and burdened with heavy responsibilities couldn’t drop everything to pursue math

Frankie had reluctantly let go, or rather, he didn’t dare disturb him. He had thought that after so many years, he might have found another

After all, anyone who made it into that group chat was extraordinary.

He chuckled at himself, thinking perhaps he was the one who was delusional

That little girl hadn’t claimed to be good at math. It was Frankie’s desire to take on a student that had led him to test her with a mathematical problem. If her piano skills were as impressive as they said, how could she also be a math whiz?

As the academic conference drew to a close, Frankie was about to leave when a professor from the math department at Top Crest Academy approached him. “Did you hear about the winner of this year’s Galaxy Math Whiz Competition?” the professor asked.

Superiority College and Top Crest Academy were the two top institutions in the country, both located in Ontoky City. They were both competitors and collaborators.

place?”

Frankie shook his head, replying. “Isn’t there always a first pl

The man couldn’t wait to share the news. “She scored a perfect score at the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition!”

To Frankie, competitions like the Galaxy Math Whiz were trivial, and he never took them seriously. That doesn’t prove anything. The real test is the National League.”

At Greenmeadow.

By mid–September, the air had turned brisk. One could feel the chill in the morning and evening, prompting Cordelia to don her school jacket over her uniform.

With her white cap perched atop her head and a hefty backpack slung over her shoulders, she stepped off the bus in front of Midnight Scent.

Autumnn was approaching, and the leaves along the roadside were beginning to turn yellow. At this hour, vendors were hawking breakfast on either side of the street.

went, she drew attention. She tugged at her cap, ignoring the gazes around her, and made her way into Midnight Scent.

upon entering, she felt something was

usually empty shop was now occupied by a motley crew of seven or eight men with buzz cuts and an assortment of attire. They all turned to look at her as she entered.

a scar slashing across his face, fierce and foreboding, paused

was momentarily confused.

the local toughs who demanded protection money. Was the leader’s

instinctively drifted to the counter

Bock

picture of letharger elegance at in the glen night, a biok in hand Gempita meraty being the proprietor of a small shop, he carried an air of neity that outshone the

nunchione

that moment, his chiseled face was set in a frown, his jaw clenched, his deep eyes clouded

one would be happy about being extorted for protection money.

over to a shelf as if to browse,

in customer

was on the shelves and her

a thought sprang

killed by these thugs, would the curse she bore be

more

it! Of course, it wouldn’t

her usual indifference, she couldn’t help

by and watch the person she loved be harmed? The mere thought caused

pain

towards Everard and positioned herself in

family. So hearing her question, Everard was shocked When he didn’t respond, she took it as an

his mouth shut at

thugs, her voice cool and deliberate, “My boyfriend is a bit timid, so if

back, leaned forward slightly, and raised her fists, ready in a boxing stance. Her face was

her perfect profile beneath the cap, the delicate nose, the slightly curled lashes, the moist and cherry–red lips. She looked impeccable.

who was earlier seething over the incompetence of his underlings, felt his anger melt away at the sight, his stern

What had they just witnessed? Did

Everard, only to see the man, usually feared by everyone, lazily lean his arm on the table, his face resting on his hand. At that moment, his eyes shimmered with a mix of fierceness and allure as he spoke softly, “Yes, I’m scared. They do

of the people present were all silent.

me, please.”