Chapter 62

After Yates finished his piece, Everard behind the counter slowly raised his head.

Everard had a sharp and chiseled look, with a cold and hard set to his features and thin lips that revealed a hint of frost. His piercing gaze swept over Yates, sending an invisible shiver down his spine, straightening him up with an involuntary chill

Raised in the lap of luxury by the indulgent love from Hackett, Yates had grown up with a defiant streak, accustomed to getting away with just about anything.

He’d faced down hardened criminals without flinching, but for some reason, Everard instilled a deep and visceral fear in him

This guy was no pretty boy.

Just as Yates thought this, he noticed Everard’s gaze fleetingly pass over his fiery red hair. The chill in the air seemed to subside a bit, easing the pressure around them. It was only then that Yates felt he could breathe a little easier.

Then, Everard’s voice cut through the silence, icy as ever. “Did she send you?”

Yates hesitated, his usual recklessness faltering as if he were facing a superior, unable to evade the question. “She doesn’t know.”

Everard tapped his credit card on the counter with his pale fingers. “Maybe you should’ve asked her first.”

Yates tensed up. Only now did he realize he’d acted rashly. Who Cordelia dated or not was her business…

But Yates wasn’t about to show weakness or embarrass Cordelia. He straightened up defiantly and declared, “Whatever happens, if you dare hurt Cordelia, I…”

He paused, then reconsidered, “Our Flame Union won’t let you off the hook!”

Everard tightened his expression and studied Yates for a long moment before finally looking away. “You can go

now.”

him that he wondered why he’d simply left just because he was told

be right either… Next time,

Midnight

watched Yates‘ retreating figure, his

thought.

as possible, shrinking into his shoulders, too scared to even breathe. After

Had the boss gone

registered before Everard spoke

was speechless. He wished he could vanish into

credit card in Everard’s hand, grasping at the chance to offer,

Everard glanced at the card, “Raising Cordelia

mourned for Yates allowance.

late to class due to the time spent with the police. The first period

leave, turned to Cordelia with a jovial chuckle,

1/2

His

the National League. The real test is in November. If you secure the first division in the province, you can compete in the Mathematics Olympiad, the big game! Scholarships to Superiority College and Top Crest Academy are picked from there.”

you missed half an hour, so no

comforting Cordelia further, “Belides, sccting first division is epic. There are hardly any participants in our

glasses and added, “Cordelia, you’re

encouragement were soon undercut by an unsettling comment, “But what if she doesn’t even make

80 minutes for the test and Cordelia arriving with just 50 left. The first test has numerous problems, and most can’t finish. If there is any error on the second test’s four major problems, achieving that goal becomes tough, especially with the cutoff around 200.” The chatter ceased, but Merry scoffed, “Lia could score 200

stiffened her face. As Hanley looked on, confused, she welled up with tears, “I’m just concerned

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