Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 112

“Seriously, dating a bad boy? Was she a hopeless Romantic?”

“It’s such a pity, considering how brilliant she is.”

Some even whispered, “Sanderson doesn’t have a son to inherit. Are they desperate enough to let this boy marry into the family?”

In the circles of high society, strategic marriages were the norm, where matrimony and interests were inextricably linked. So, Cordelia’s relationship with a so–called “bad boy‘ was utterly baffling to them.

Even with the best intentions, someone said to Lorna, “Mrs. Delaney, I’m just speaking my mind, and it’s for your own good. Cordelia’s young, and she must be confused, right? You can’t just let her run wild.”

Lorna maintained a polite smile in the face of this friendly advice.

But she defended Cordelia in her response, “We have no intention of pushing Lia into a marriage for interests. She’s missed out on a lot, and I trust her judgment.”

Initially, Lorna disapproved of the relationship, but given how Cordelia was utterly absorbed in her studies, she couldn’t picture Cordelia in a romance.

What if this was a mistake? What if Cordelia ended up an old maid?

Seeing Lorna’s response, they dropped the subject.

The decorum of a well–bred lady kept the snark at bay in her presence, but Fanny and Rachel were relentless.

Fanny snorted, “Lorna, aren’t you a bit too indulgent with Cordelia?”

Rachel chimed in with a smile, “Lorna must feel she owes her something. But you know, being well–matched is crucial, or else there’s no common ground.”

Fanny sneered, “That reminds me, wasn’t Cordelia raised in an orphanage? Maybe she finds common ground with those kinds of boyfriends.”

Lorna was livid, “What’s that supposed to mean?”

could retort, Cordelia, who had been glued to her phone, suddenly

Lorna paused.

“Look at you. Your composure doesn’t match up to Cordelia,”

met Fanny’s, Taken aback by her gaze,

couple of seconds, Cordelia spoke languidly, “We can’t get mad at a dog for barking at us, right?

Fanny was speechless.

Surely, no

at a loss for words.

“Mrs. Brown, Mr. Wallace is here, upstairs with Mr. Brown. Mr. Griffin

looked at Lorna with a hint of venom. “It’s a shame. Had your daughter not been tied down, Mr. Hackett would have likely introduced her to someone like Mr. Wallace, a true gentleman, unlike some lowlife unfit to shine his shoes.”

that, Fanny strutted off with her nose in the air.

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the others gathered around, envying

not a commodity to be picked over. What if he’s not a

be decent

girl sulked, “Emotions are what matter most. I actually envy Cordella.”

side, “You’d do well to emulate Cordelia’s dedication to her studies, but don’t you dare follow her lead in picking boyfriends. If you bring home a lowlife, I’ll

she outshine Calvert? Everyone

upstairs, it doesn’t mean others don’t stand a chance. Calvert will eventually come down to meet everyone. Be

the plague, fearing their children might follow her

about to pick up her phone for more math problems when she heard a voice,

to see Merry beckoning her from a distance.

on, have fun. Don’t just read all night. You came here to relax.”

phone down and walked

a secluded balcony with two sofas and a coffee table laden with pastries and tea. They could still see the main room

Flame Union sat there, Flame No.