Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 57

Frankie stared at his phone, the words familiar yet strung together in a way that seemed to mock his understanding.

Lost in thought for too long, his thick framed glasses slid down his nose before he caught them with a single hand, nudging them back into place with a practiced push. Squinting, he looked at the screen once more.

Frankie, a znan in his sixties, face etched with lines of time and fingers trembling slightly, deleted his meticulously typed message to replace it with a less certain reply, “Are you pulling my leg?”

An eighteen–year–old girl proving Batra’s Conjecture? It seemed about as likely as a piglet winning at the Kentucky Derby

LearnLover replied, “What?”

LearnLover continued, ‘What’s your email?”

Frankie composed himself and sent his email address. Then, setting down his phone, he waited in silence.

Patience, he reminded himself.

Over the years, there had been many claims of proving Batra’s Conjecture, only to fall apart under scrutiny. riddled with errors. Perhaps this girl was just another wild goose chase.

He took a deep breath. About five minutes later, a reminder from his computer announced the arrival of an email, his phone lighting up in tandem.

LearnLover said, ‘I sent it. Did you get it?‘

Frankie asked, half in disbelief, “Do you even know what you’ve proven?”

Perhaps she didn’t understand the magnitude of the conjecture in the mathematics.

LearnLover replied, “Batra’s Conjecture. It was tough, sure. I had it half done when you first reached out. With this last week, it took me about twenty days total.

Frankie was dumbfounded.

have any idea how many had spent their lifetimes without cracking

With

Frankie replied, “Alright,

message, he downloaded and printed thirty–some pages of draft proofs, binding them in order before turning to the first page. Once he started reading, he

noticing Mathster had yet to reply. With ten minutes left before class ended, she

with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove

Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew Better to focus on the National League, huh?”

at him, indifferent, and quickened her

in the National League last year. If he hadn’t had a physical problem and didn’t go to the winter camp, he might have been accepted by the Top Crest Academy now, and he would be Keen of our province.

up her books quickly, and

of physics class. At the

as Juliana caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton

her

heard Stanton took on a new

her head. “It’s Jay She seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends.

I thought, Cordelia, raised in

workbook, but she kept silent, letting Hanley stick to his

assumptions

who do you think will take the top spot in the National League? Keen’s leading the polls, then some guy from out of the province Jake’s third, and Cordelia’s fourth! Does Cordelia

the national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green. What

Lost in t

Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was

“Td say it’s

left the room, her bag heavy with books, Hanley couldn’t help but watch her go, a flicker of doubt in

his mind.

she could surprise them

the top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone