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.

have any idea how many had spent their

With

“Alright, I’ll take a look.”

draft proofs, binding them in order before turning to the first page. Once he started reading,

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

curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted

isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t

and quickened

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 are worse

picked up her books quickly,

her, still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics class. At

caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton visited you for an assessment. With

a smile, her

why? I heard Stanton took on a new student. Not you, then

lonely and never

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

her physics workbook, but she kept silent, letting Hanley stick to

assumptions

the top spot in the National League? Keen’s leading the polls, then some guy from out of the province

is not a title easily

Lost in t

bag. Memories flooded back

back, “Td say

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

his mind.

just maybe, she could surprise

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