Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 115

Cordelia’s normally calm eyes flashed with rare confusion.

Why was Little Fang here?

As she was lost in thought, she heard Fanny exclaim in surprise, “Mr. Wallace?”

Mr. Wallace?

Cordelia blinked, belatedly realizing that Little Fang was the Calvert they were referring to.

But how could this be? Wasn’t he just as poor as Everard?

Even though neither Everard nor Little Fang had ever mentioned it, it was clear that Little Fang was at Everard’s beck and call, and worked daily at the Midnight Scent.

If someone like Little Fang was a person of status, then who on earth was Everard?

Dressed in a suit that cost a small fortune, running the aloof Midnight Scent, spending his days engrossed in ancient poetry and philosophy, what was the true identity of this man who seemed so averse to business?

Sanderson was even more baffled than Cordelia.

He had just walked over when he caught Everard’s remark, “I’m Lia’s boyfriend,” and realized he had mistaken someone else for her beau.

So the man in black, even more outrageous than Calvert, was Lia’s actual boyfriend. Thankfully, he had kept his mouth shut, avoiding a massive blunder. But how did they know Calvert? And they seemed to be on quite friendly terms.

As everyone was bewildered, Fanny furrowed her brows. Mr. Wallace clearly had a special connection with Cordelia, as if he had known her for a while. Was it because she was beautiful that he had taken an interest in

her?

Her gaze flickered, and she hurriedly said, “Mr. Wallace, so you’ve known each other all along. Just now we were jokingly saying Ms. Delaney, as lovely as she is, should get to know you. And then Ms. Delan

mentioned she already had a boyfriend.”

She paused, then added with a laugh, “I was quite puzzled, really. Could her boyfriend possibly be more outstanding than you?”

Any man would bristle at such words.

Calvert’s expression

to the fire, “They are a well–matched combo, and our dear Sallie here appreciates the talented,

proudly indicated to Everard, “Mr. Wallace, this gentleman is Ms. Delaney’s boyfriend.”

He was almost in tears. What

covet Cordelia? She was, after all, his boss‘

a chilling gaze directed his way. Calvert shivered.

to speak, “Boss…” But he stopped short, remembering that he couldn’t reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be

to address Everard, Everard suddenly

“Please don’t call me

couldn’t stand the way his boss was addressing

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mistresses, had now been joined by their menfolk, drawn over by Calvert’s arrival.

of the gathering, silently observing the storm’s epicenter.

this man? Why haven’t

Greenmeadow were few, and this man’s face was too

furrowed in thought, “He’s the owner of a place called Midnight Scent,

taken aback, “What? How did he get

and Yates together, explained softly,

explanation ended with

was absurd that Cordelia spent so much on a suit to make him

Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No one was so curt when

help but laugh, “That’s not appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s boyfriend seems to lack manners.”

in a daze, glancing back and forth between Everard and Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s

remained silent, but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

over a few remarks.

languidly, “Judging others so carelessly, I

retorted, “Indeed, he lacks manners. Do you think Mr. Wallace is someone anyone can just casually meet?”

and even suggesting they might get in touch

to say,

upon hearing him,

my foot.” After his outburst, he looked at Everard, “He’s my

in the air, and the entire

Sallie stared in disbelief, “What did you just