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

With

hope, Frankie replied, “Alright,

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

left before class ended, she pulled out a set of math Olympiad problems to pass the time.

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

Hanley approached her with a brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You

indifferent, and quickened her

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 winter camp, he might have been accepted by the Top

books quickly, and walked out

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

attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard

her voice a whisper, “No”

aback, “But why? I heard Stanton took on a

seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends. I let her have the chance.”

“Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage, wouldn’t know

tightened her fingers around her physics workbook, but

assumptions

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

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

Lost in t

thought, Hanley glanced toward the last row where Cordelia packed her bag. Memories flooded back when he was the math wunderkind. Now the talk had shifted to national

say

with books, Hanley couldn’t help

his mind.

she could surprise them

top whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate,