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.

how many had spent their lifetimes without

With

replied, “Alright, I’ll take a look.”

proofs, binding them in order before turning to

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

also in the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She must have given

stuff. You

him, indifferent, and

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 would be Keen of our province. And don’t underestimate Jake. Although he didn’t do well in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition, it doesn’t mean that his results in the competition

noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked out with her

ramble Juliana came out of physics class. At the sight of Hanley. she hastily came after

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

a smile, her voice a whisper,

took on

seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let

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

tightened her fingers around her physics workbook, but

assumptions

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?”

notion of being the national champion made Juliana scoff, “National champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s

Lost in t

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

“Td say it’s a long shot.”

Hanley couldn’t help but watch her

his mind.

she could

statewide math competition. Only the top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone