Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 109

Upon hearing that, Everard lifted his eyelids, a hint of impatience flickering in his eyes.

If it weren’t for Cordelia, did they really think he’d bother with these high schoolers?

He turned on his heel, heading back the way he came. But after a few steps, he caught Hanley’s words, “You being with her is just going to make her the butt of jokes. The whole school’s buzzing with rumors about you two. Don’t you care about her reputation at all? You’re worlds apart, man. She’s just slumming it with you for

kicks.”

At that, Everard halted, spun around, and said coolly, “But she doesn’t even have the slightest interest in slumming it with you.”

That one sentence turned Hanley’s face as red as a ripe tomato, silencing him at last.

He glared at Everard for a moment before huffing and storming through the school gates.

Everard strolled down to Midnight Scent, his expression unreadable, a chill and indomitable aura about him. The sunlight draped over him with indifference, failing to impart even a trace of warmth.

His strides weren’t hurried, but they were efficient. Upon reaching Midnight Scent, he slipped behind the counter into the shadows and finally relaxed, leaning back in his chair and picking up a copy of “The Bible.”

Calvert sidled up, holding two invitations.

One was bordered with black and gold, the lettering gilded, the kind reserved for VIPS. A Griffin family invitation like that was a rare commodity.

“Boss, you going?” Calvert inquired.

Everard shot him a frosty glance and retorted, “What do you think?”

Calvert chuckled nervously, “Of course not. If word got out you were here, Greenmeadow would go up in flames.”

No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to Midnight Scent was pushed open and in strutted a youth, his stature tall and rebellious. His fiery red hair seemed ablaze atop his head.

He had slung his school blazer carelessly over one shoulder, and the lollipop bulging in his cheek gave his profile a cheeky edge. His piercing eyes fixed on Everard with a baleful glare.

Everard continued reading, unfazed.

notorious grandson of the Griffin family, appear to be

counter and hand Everard an invitation, and it was for

raised an

Calvert, his gaze briefly

invite, leaving Yates with only a fleeting glimpse. It had been too quick to

meant for someone important, someone unlikely to show. It was just a formality. How could

of guilt and blustered, “Don’t think just because I’m giving you this invite that I

slightly, his tone icy, “You’re

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hell are you asking? She’s the boss of my Flame Union. Of course, I’ll look out for her. Just

Everard one last look, he sneered, “And remember to dress sharp

that, he spun on

Midnight Scent

Everard, who was still absorbed in his book, showing no sign

go to a party?

invitation, but before he could turn away, Everard spoke up,

Calvert, puzzled, waited.

sharp?” Everard added.

go? And now he was talking about dressing

glanced back to see the signboard, which failed to catch any glint from the sun, appearing

boy, with his good looks and his

quickened his steps, heading back to school.

he was now late. Instead of entering through the main gate, he skirted to

classroom but stopped outside Classroom 1. Leaning against the back wall, he

her

sat upright, seemingly tireless, pen in hand. While other students

Yates pushed open the

upon seeing him, stepped out. She still held her pen, apparently mulling problem. With a lack of urgency, she asked,

cleared his throat, “Let’s have ourselves a little competition. If I

“Okay.”