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?

mere trickle from Calvert could fund

others marveled, Cordelia was indifferent.

her needs, what was the

in meeting Calvert, so she quietly picked up her phone and immersed herself

spoke up. “Gramps said I need to play nice tonight, not to

usually quite rebellious but knew where to draw the line.

as he was about to return to his mobile game, he caught sight of a

a presence that belied his lack

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usual all–black. Instead, he sported a crisp white suit jacket paired with tailored black trousers, highlighting his

Yates was baffled

Flame No.1 too caught sight of

was, “Damn. Where did he get that outfit? It

upstairs, but it was

shot back,

quality and style didn’t seem to fit that

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

Flame No. 1 darted off toward Everard.

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

as Flame No. 1 approached Everard, whispering

lazily lift his

room, Everard’s deep eyes colliding with hers in

he followed Flame No. 1 over, step by step.

of

in suits were a dime a dozen, yet Everard seemed to gather all the splendor, dazzling the moment, making all the noise and

I can’t. I’m a married woman. I

was far too strange. For a split second, her heart skipped

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

balcony. His tall frame dwarfed even Yates by half a head, making the spacious balcony feel cramped

Silence fell.

over

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

gaze.