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.

many had spent their

With

replied, “Alright,

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

Mathster had yet to reply. With ten minutes left before class

curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She must have given up

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

indifferent, and quickened her

he hadn’t had a physical problem and didn’t

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

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

attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you

a smile, her voice a whisper,

was taken aback, “But why? I heard Stanton took on a new student.

so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let her have the chance.”

back to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an

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 third,

not a title easily won.

Lost in t

last row where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when

back, “Td say it’s a long

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

his mind.

she could

ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else,