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.

any idea how many had

With

Frankie replied, “Alright, I’ll take

the message, he downloaded and printed thirty–some pages of draft proofs, binding them in order before turning

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

researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she’d attempted to prove it. She must have given up by now,

brotherly tone, “Batra’s Conjecture isn’t kid’s stuff. You shouldn’t bite off more than you

indifferent, and quickened her pace to

Moreover, he won the first prize in the National League last year. If he hadn’t had a physical problem and didn’t

noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked out

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

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

forced a smile, her voice a

Stanton took

She seemed so lonely and never had proper schooling or friends.

to class, murmuring, “Just as I thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage, wouldn’t

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

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,

not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green.

Lost in t

Memories flooded back when he was the

say it’s a long shot.”

bag heavy with books, Hanley couldn’t

his mind.

could surprise them all.

ranks to compete in the National League showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first–rate, might as well have been runner–ups. What did it matter if you