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

hand Everard an invitation, and it was for the Griffin family’s grand

raised an

gaze briefly sweeping over the invitation in Calvert’s

fleeting glimpse. It had been too quick to

head. Hackett had said that the invitation was meant for someone important, someone

reason, he felt a twinge of guilt and blustered, “Don’t think just because I’m giving you this invite

tone icy, “You’re quite concerned

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Union. Of course, I’ll look out

giving Everard one last look, he sneered,

spun on his heels

of Midnight

still absorbed in his book, showing no sign of concern about

would Everard go

to take the invitation, but before he could turn away, Everard

Calvert, puzzled, waited.

sharp?” Everard

Wasn’t Everard just saying he wouldn’t go? And now he

left Midnight Scent behind, he glanced back to see the signboard, which failed to catch any glint

looks and his Bible, what did

that thought, Yates quickened his steps, heading back

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

stopped outside Classroom 1. Leaning against the back wall, he peered in.

her gaze fixed attentively on the teacher.

students would drift off, Cordelia stayed focused throughout the entire lesson.

pushed open the

her pen, apparently mulling problem. With a lack of

“Let’s have ourselves a little competition. If

“Okay.”