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.

she have any idea how many had spent their lifetimes

With

Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take a look.”

pages of draft proofs, binding them in order before turning to the first page. Once

left before class ended, she pulled out a set of math Olympiad

concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d

class was dismissed, Hanley approached her with a brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you

at him, indifferent, and quickened

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 and didn’t go to the

he was noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked out with her arms.

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

already downstairs and out of earshot as Juliana caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation,

her voice a

why? I heard Stanton took on a new student. Not you, then Cordelia?“

lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let her

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

around her physics workbook, but she kept

assumptions

in the classroom, a classmate waved 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 third, and Cordelia’s fourth!

not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too

Lost in t

where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was the math wunderkind.

back, “Td say it’s

heavy with books, Hanley couldn’t help but watch her go,

his mind.

maybe, she could surprise

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