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 lifetimes

With

hope, Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take

in order before turning to the first page. Once he started reading, he couldn’t

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

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

stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more

him, indifferent, and quickened

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

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

to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited

her voice a whisper,

took on a new student. Not you, then Cordelia?“

and never

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

workbook, but she kept silent,

assumptions

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

being the national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not

Lost in t

packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was

back, “Td say it’s

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

his mind.

could surprise

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