Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 113

Cordelia couldn’t help but feel an odd connection every time she heard the name Calvert, reminiscent of a certain “Little Fang” that seemed to stir a strange feeling within her.

Next to her, Flame No.1 was nosily probing for information, “Bro Yates, who the heck in Calvert, anyway? I mean, there’s no such high–flyer on the national scene, right? Yet your granddad seems to think the world of

him.”

Yates glance kept darting towards the entrance of the grand hall, his Impatience flickering across his face.

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When would Cordelia’s boyfriend show up? He wasn’t getting cold feet, was he? Had he been scared off? Yates wished he had forewarned Merry, so that she wouldn’t have spilled the beans to Lla, saving her from this potential embarrassment.

Distracted, he replied, “Ever heard of Bill?”

The mention of Calvert had, for once, captured Cordelia’s attention, preventing her mind from wandering off to memorize textbook passages.

Flame No. 1’s eyes widened, “Of course, Bill, the richest man in the Superiority Country. Legend has it he’s got a Midas touch. Just hearing his name, you can tell the man’s loaded.”

Merry quizzed, “How loaded?”

Flame No. 1 gestured broadly, “Saying he makes money hand over fist would be an understatement. There’s this joke that if he dropped his million–dollar watch, he wouldn’t even need to pick it up. In the seconds it would take to retrieve it, his company would’ve already made enough to buy him ten more.”

Merry was duly impressed, “That rich, huh?”

Flame No.1 then turned to Yates, “So, what’s the deal with Calvert and him? The man’s like a financial wizard, elusive as hell. So many folks want to collaborate with him but can never get a face–to–face. And it seems like he’s the secret backer of countless corporations.”

Yates smirked, “My Gramps says Calvert’s a close friend and has a say in a lot of business matters.”

That revelation stunned everyone within earshot.

They all came from influential families and understood the weight of Yates‘ statement.

No wonder so many were bending over backward to curry favor with Calvert. When Hackett mentioned setting him up with a girlfriend, eligible bachelorettes from the finest families were being paraded before him as if on a conveyor belt.

Who wouldn’t want to latch onto such a powerhouse?

trickle from Calvert could fund their hedonistic lifestyles

the others marveled, Cordelia

had enough for her needs, what was the point of amassing more

quietly picked up her phone and immersed herself in the world of

I need to play nice tonight, not to offend

rebellious but knew where to draw the

return to his mobile game, he

a presence that belied his lack of

Chapter 113

usual all–black. Instead, he sported a crisp white suit jacket paired with tailored black trousers, highlighting his long, straight legs. That outfit wasn’t the store’s showpiece? How

Yates was baffled

Flame No.1 too caught sight of

him around school and recognized him as Cordelia’s beau. But upon noticing the clothes, Flame No.1’s first thought was, “Damn. Where did he get that outfit? It looks

be heading upstairs, but it was a given that

shot back, “A knockoff?”

seem to fit that

of thousands. Can he afford it? These days, knockoffs are scarily accurate. Yates, better pull him aside and get him changed before everyone

that, Flame No. 1 darted

the outfit’s cost. Tens of thousands for a suit? She was certain that Flame No. 1 must

as Flame No. 1 approached Everard,

Everard lazily

eyes met across the room, Everard’s deep eyes

Flame No. 1 over, step by step.

of voices and lively chatter.

the splendor, dazzling the moment, making all the noise and

my knees weak. No, I can’t. I’m a married woman. I mustn’t fall for

For a split second,

to Merry, who seemed ready to drool, Cordelia’s brief lapse suddenly seemed quite normal.

through her mind, Everard reached their balcony. His tall frame dwarfed even Yates by half

Silence fell.

collected himself and handed over a suit jacket, “Try this on.”

expected to be summoned by the kids to switch outfits. He raised an eyebrow, a question in

gaze.