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?

could fund

others marveled, Cordelia

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

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

I need to play nice tonight, not to offend Calvert. So no going upstairs.”

quite rebellious but knew where to draw the line.

was about to return to his mobile game, he caught sight of a familiar figure entering

that belied his lack of wealth, yet demanded

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his 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

gaze, Flame No.1 too caught sight

and recognized him as Cordelia’s beau. But upon noticing the clothes, Flame No.1’s first thought was, “Damn. Where

upstairs, but it was

back, “A knockoff?”

didn’t seem to fit

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

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mention of the outfit’s cost. Tens of thousands for a suit? She was certain that

as Flame No. 1 approached Everard,

made Everard lazily lift his gaze.

eyes met across the room, Everard’s deep eyes colliding with hers in the

he followed Flame No. 1 over, step

was a cacophony of voices and lively chatter.

making all the noise and

No, I can’t. I’m a married woman. I mustn’t fall

For a split second, her

to Merry, who seemed ready to drool, Cordelia’s

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

Silence fell.

Yates collected himself and handed over a suit jacket,

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

gaze.