Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 94

Clad in a sleek black ensemble, Everard cradled a copy of Emerson’s essays in his hands, his gaze intermittently shifting to the clock by the door. It was 7:30 already.

If Cordelia didn’t show up soon, she’d be late for class.

He gestured towards Calvert with a flick of his fingers. Calvert looked at him, confused.

Everard, with a hint of disdain, simply said, “Give me your phone.”

Using Calvert’s phone, Everard sent a text to Cordelia, “Where are you?”

After sending the message, there was no reply.

Everard glanced at the clock again, confirming the time was indeed 7:40.

He used Calvert’s WhatsApp to send a message to his account, and his phone buzzed instantly, indicating there was a signal. So why no reply?

After mulling it over, Everard took out his phone and sent a message, ‘Have you started class?”

Everard, known as “Mr. All–Round” on WhatsApp, always received instant replies from Cordella. She usually responded to him just as quickly. If she wasn’t replying, it meant she was in class. But still, there was silence.

By 7:50, Everard couldn’t sit still any longer. He looked at Calvert, “Get Skyler to trace her location.”

Calvert was internally rolling his eyes. The boss was overreacting just because Cordelia hadn’t shown up for a meal, but he quickly got in touch with Skyler and handed over Cordelia’s number. Moments later, Skyler responded with a location: Lavish Luxury Lodge.

Why did she skip school to go to a hotel?

After a moment of contemplation, Everard stood up decisively. “Get the car ready.”

Luxury Lodge.

a fuss on the ride over. After all, a car accident would’ve been unfortunate. Cordelia, take the easy route. Just have a pleasant breakfast with Mr. Wallace, and I’ll make sure you’re well compensated afterward!” Cordelia surveyed the surroundings. The parking lot was vast, dotted with cars of brands she didn’t recognize but appeared

towards the elevator. Once inside,

will come after me? Let me tell you, once it’s a done deal, your father will thank me! Marrying a man like Mr. Wallace is a far better outcome than ending up

elevator straight to the presidential suite, stopping at room 1808. Kermit knocked

eyeing Kermit and the girl behind him. Cordelia, in her school uniform with a high ponytail and a white cap, looked impeccably neat and particularly demure, which seemed to stir

hard before smiling, “Please,

someone pushed her from

entered the room, Calvert shut the door and

shut, and Calvert’s henchmen couldn’t help but ask, “All good?”

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his hand dismissively, “What could go wrong? She’s my niece! Besides, how much trouble can she cause? No way Mr. Wallace can’t handle

the thought of her frail

being flung against the door, which seemed to crack open, only to be promptly closed

exchanged

it rough? Just don’t hurt my niece. If she’s injured,

the air.

room, Calvert crawled towards the door, blood spilling from his mouth

in horror to see the “demure and frail” Cordelia perched on the sofa, biting curiously into a sandwich, her eyes lighting up

seemingly oblivious to the man on the floor, and

Kermit was stunned at

and paused, “Took long enough.”

might be hurt after such a ruckus. “How

Cordelia said, checking the time. “I need to get

backpack and hurried towards the elevator. Just a few steps away, she heard the panic–stricken

quickened her pace, hesitating for a mere fraction of a second between beating the