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.

Yates, the notorious grandson of the Griffin family, appear to be making

he saw Yates saunter over to the counter and hand Everard an invitation, and it was for the Griffin

an eyebrow.

gaze briefly sweeping over the invitation

swiftly pocketed the invite, leaving Yates with only a fleeting glimpse. It had been too quick to be sure, but it looked suspiciously like the gilded invitation his family sent

someone important, someone unlikely to show. It was just a formality.

just because

his tone icy, “You’re quite concerned about

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even more flustered. With an even more irritable and impatient tone, he snapped, “Why the hell are you asking? She’s the boss of my Flame Union. Of course, I’ll look out for her. Just you wait, after I beat her,

last look, he sneered, “And remember

he spun on his heels and

of Midnight Scent subsided.

Everard, who was still

why would Everard go to a

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

Calvert, puzzled, waited.

Everard added.

just saying he wouldn’t go? And now he was talking

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

That pretty boy, with his good looks and his Bible,

Yates quickened his

entering through the main gate,

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

the last row, her gaze fixed attentively on

in hand. While other students

rang and the teacher left, Yates pushed

She still held her pen, apparently mulling problem. With

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

“Okay.”