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.

idea how many had spent their lifetimes without cracking it?

With

“Alright, I’ll take a look.”

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,

bit longer, noticing Mathster had yet to reply. With ten minutes left before class ended, she pulled out a set of math Olympiad problems

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

You shouldn’t bite off more than you

him, indifferent, and quickened

he won the first prize 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. And don’t underestimate Jake. Although he didn’t do well in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition, it doesn’t mean that his results in the competition are worse than

picked up her books quickly, and walked out with her

her, still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics

the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for

smile, her voice

I heard Stanton took on

shook her head. “It’s Jay She seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let her have the chance.”

relieved, Hanley accompanied her back to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage, wouldn’t know how

her physics workbook, but she kept

assumptions

spot in the National League? Keen’s leading the polls, then some guy from out of the

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

Lost in t

Memories flooded back when he was the math wunderkind. Now

back, “Td say it’s a long shot.”

with books, Hanley couldn’t

his mind.

just maybe, she could surprise

in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate, might as well have been runner–ups. What did it matter