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

With

replied, “Alright, I’ll take

binding them in order before turning to the first page. Once he started

With ten minutes left before class

mix of curiosity and concern. He’d been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She

brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you can chew Better to focus on the National League, huh?”

at him, indifferent, and quickened her

Cordelia had listened, he explained to her, “You can’t underestimate others in the National League. Do you know 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

noisy, picked up her books quickly, and

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

out of earshot as Juliana caught Hanley’s attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr. Stanton

a smile, her voice a

took on a new student. Not you, then

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

“Just as I thought, Cordelia,

her physics workbook, but she

assumptions

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

champion is not

Lost in t

where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was

back, “Td say it’s a long

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

his mind.

could

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.