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.

curiosity, watched Yates, the notorious grandson of the Griffin family, appear to

over to the counter and hand Everard an invitation,

raised an

then turned to Calvert, his gaze briefly sweeping over the invitation in Calvert’s

swiftly pocketed the invite, leaving Yates with only a fleeting glimpse. It had been too quick to be sure, but it

shook his head. Hackett had said that the invitation was meant for someone important, someone unlikely to show. It was just a formality. How could it possibly be

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

his tone icy, “You’re quite concerned about

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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, I’ll be the boss, and

sneered, “And remember to dress sharp for the

he spun on his heels and

of Midnight

invitation for a moment, then looked at Everard, who was still absorbed in

go to a

invitation, but before he could turn away,

Calvert, puzzled, waited.

sharp?” Everard added.

was baffled. Wasn’t Everard just saying he wouldn’t go? And

left Midnight Scent behind, he glanced back to see the signboard, which failed to catch any glint from the sun, appearing as dim

looks and his Bible,

thought, Yates quickened his steps, heading back to

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

stopped outside Classroom 1. Leaning

the last row, her gaze fixed attentively on the teacher.

upright, seemingly tireless, pen in hand. While other students would drift off,

rang and the teacher left, Yates pushed open the door

still held her pen, apparently

ourselves a little competition. If I win, I’m the boss.”

“Okay.”