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.

of the Griffin family, appear to be making another donation.

counter and hand Everard an invitation, and it was for the Griffin

raised an eyebrow.

turned to Calvert, his 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

shook his head. Hackett had said that the invitation was meant for someone important, someone unlikely to show. It was just

these thoughts, Yates noticed Calvert’s gaze. For some reason, he felt a twinge of guilt and blustered, “Don’t think just because I’m giving you this invite that I approve

his tone icy, “You’re quite concerned about her, aren’t

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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

giving Everard one last look, he sneered,

he spun on

Midnight

who was still absorbed in his book,

why would Everard go to a party?

before he could turn away,

Calvert, puzzled, waited.

Everard added.

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

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

good looks and his Bible,

quickened his steps, heading back to

delayed, he was now late. Instead of entering through the main gate, he skirted to the side and hopped the

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

was in the last row, her gaze fixed

students would drift

and the teacher left, Yates pushed open

She still held her pen, apparently mulling problem. With a lack of urgency, she asked, “What is

throat, “Let’s have ourselves a little

“Okay.”