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.

how many had spent their lifetimes

With

Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take

draft proofs, binding them in order before turning

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

the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She must have given up by now, he thought.

stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew Better to focus on the

at him, indifferent, and quickened

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 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

her books quickly, and walked out with

Juliana came out of physics class. At the sight of Hanley. she hastily

caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for an assessment. With

her voice a

I heard Stanton took on a new

Jay She seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends.

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

fingers around her physics workbook, but she kept silent, letting Hanley stick

assumptions

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 third, and Cordelia’s fourth! Does

“National champion is not a title easily

Lost in t

back when he was the math wunderkind. Now

“Td say it’s

couldn’t help but watch her go, a flicker of doubt

his mind.

she could surprise them

competition. Only the top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate, might as well have