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.

had spent their

With

Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll

them in order before turning to the first page.

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

the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d

kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew

and quickened her

If he hadn’t had a physical problem

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

still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics class. At the sight of Hanley. she hastily

and out of earshot as Juliana caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for an assessment. With your

forced a smile, her voice a

Stanton took on a new student. Not you, then

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

to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought,

but she kept silent, letting Hanley stick

assumptions

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! Does Cordelia stand a chance for gold?”

national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not

Lost in t

glanced toward the last row where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he

“Td say it’s a long

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

his mind.

maybe, she could surprise them all.

for the statewide math 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 been runner–ups. What did it matter if you weren’t