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, I’ll take a look.”

the 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, he couldn’t

had yet to reply. With ten minutes left before class ended, she pulled out a

concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture

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

him, indifferent, and quickened her

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 winter camp, he might have been accepted by the Top Crest Academy now, and he

her books quickly, and walked out with

still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics

sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for an assessment. With your skills, you must’ve

a smile, her voice a whisper, “No”

why? I heard Stanton took on a

lonely and never

as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage,

tightened her fingers around her physics workbook, but she kept silent,

assumptions

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 Cordelia stand a chance for

made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green.

Lost in t

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

back, “Td say

Hanley couldn’t help but watch her

his mind.

maybe, she could surprise them all.

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 been runner–ups. What did it matter if you weren’t the one crowned