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

With

hope, Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take a

the message, he downloaded and printed thirty–some pages of draft proofs, binding them in

reply. With ten minutes left before class ended, she pulled out a set of math Olympiad problems to pass

curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and

dismissed, Hanley approached her with a brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t

him, indifferent, and

explained to her, “You can’t underestimate others in the National League. Do you know the first place in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition last year? He got 270 points as a sophomore last year! Moreover, he won the first prize in the National League last year. If he hadn’t had a physical problem

noisy, picked up her books quickly, and

out of physics class. At the sight

turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation,

forced a smile, her

took

never had proper schooling

“Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised

fingers around her physics workbook, but

assumptions

his phone, Hanley, 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

scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green. What do you

Lost in t

back when he was the math wunderkind.

say it’s

her bag heavy with books, Hanley couldn’t help but watch her go, a flicker of

his mind.

maybe, she could surprise

plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate, might as well have been runner–ups.