Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 60

Cordelia was never one to sweat the small stuff, especially when it came to exams. Her real passion was learning, not the accolades that came with it. So when the results day for the Intest test rolled around, she got ready for school as if it were any other day.

Downstairs, Laurinda and Juliana could no longer openly sneer at her as they used to. At this mome Laurinda was lecturing, “Juliana, you’ve got to stay humble. Always trying to outdo myveryone leaves no ro for others and that’s how you make enemies. Look at Cordelin, Some were so bent on taking her down a peg and delayed her for a half hour on an eighty–minute test. Such a shame.”

Juliana chuckled, glancing at Cordelia as she descended the stairs and finished her last bite of toast, “Granny, enough about that. Cordelia aced the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition and took national first place. If bombs the National League, people might question her math competition scores.”

Lorna stepped out of the kitchen with breakfast ready for Cordelia and advised with a concerned frown, “Lia, this test isn’t the end–all–be–all. Everyone knows you had a incident. Don’t let their words get to you.”

Cordelia glanced up indifferently. “What words?”

Lorna was speechless. She found Cordelia’s strength almost inhuman, as if there was never a need for her help. It filled Lorna with pride but also a deep ache.

At eighteen, while other girls were playing coy and running to their parents at the slightest hardship, Lia had long since learned to rely on herself, erecting a wall between her and the world.

Lorna simply smiled and dropped the subject.

Ever since the tension between Cordelia and Juliana had surfaced, Lorna had arranged for a separate car for them. Now, neither had to wait for the other.

Her daughter wouldn’t have to suffer any unwarranted grievances.

After Cordelia left, Laurinda scoffed, “All this fuss about math and physics competitions… You really spoil her. Aren’t you afraid she’ll get greedy? Look, she can’t even get first place now.”

Juliana pressed her lips together, but said nothing.

Lorna spoke up. “The National League is just a stepping stone, not the actual Olympiad. A top prize is enough to get into the winter camp, which can lead to scholarship opportunities and college credits. That’s all that

matters.”

Laurinda snorted.

Lorna turned to Juliana, taking the offensive, “Juliana, you might want to focus less on others and more on your upcoming physics competition this weekend. Don’t take it lightly or you might miss out on that top prize and the associated perks

her face at

was becoming more assertive, which silenced

front of Midnight Scent to grab breakfast with Calvert

and a half,

Cordelia remembered something and texted her tutor, Mr. All–Round, “National League results come out today”

reply was almost

and saw Everard’s deft fingers pick up his black phone. His languid movements were calm

Her phone buzzed.

glanced at Everard again. He polished off a pancake in three bites. Despite the simplicity of the action, he made it look elegant, as if feasting on a

indifferent but with an

heart skipped a beat, and she forced her eyes back to her phone while

All–Round said, “Looking forward to hearing your good news.”

eyebrow. Having lost half an hour of exam time, she wasn’t entirely sure she could snag first place, but somehow, it

not

up abruptly. “Did you see the post online?”

look, shook her head,

at a

asked him to pay attention to the league

didn’t know about it. Was he going to

terribly wrong when he

cool sight belonging to the boss. Calvert forced a smile and handed his phone to Everard, “Boss, take a look.”

glanced down at the

I’m shipping this couple hard! Keen

showed a smirking boy leaning towards Cordelia, whispering something. The sunlight streaming through the window bathed the

grip on his phone ever so

winced, hoping his phone would

was about to mourn his beloved device, Everard set the phone down with his usual nonchalance. Calvert snatched it back relieved. “Should I delete

tone was as casual as someone chatting over a beer, but it sent a chill down Calvert’s spine. Then the boss let out a chuckle, “Why would

a