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.

sure enough, Calvert’s expression

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

she proudly indicated to Everard, “Mr. Wallace, this gentleman

fell. He was almost in tears. What nonsense was Fanny spouting?

was, after

Everard’s expression and saw a chilling gaze directed his

Greenmeadow would be

how to address Everard, Everard suddenly spoke up in a low voice, “Mr.

said, “Please don’t call me like

stand the way his boss

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surrounding crowd, consisting of various ladies and mistresses, had now been joined by their menfolk, drawn over by

Edwin stood at the edge of

hushed tone, “Who is this man? Why

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

“He’s the owner of a place called Midnight

was taken aback, “What? How did he

thinking he understood the situation after seeing Cordelia and Yates together, explained softly, “Probably an invitation from Yates.”

explanation ended with clenched fists.

about Everard? It was absurd that Cordelia

sure wasn’t

help but laugh, “That’s not appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s

glancing back and forth between Everard and Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s photo was Calvert? What was going on?

remained silent, but Cordelia’s

and wouldn’t get upset over a few remarks. Yet for some reason, these taunts aimed at

so carelessly, I think it’s you who lacks

Fanny criticized, Sallie quickly retorted, “Indeed, he lacks manners. Do you think Mr. Wallace is someone anyone can

speaking, bolstered by the way Calvert had looked at her differently upon their meeting and even suggesting they

hurriedly began to say,

hearing

blurted out in frustration, “Right my foot.” After his outburst, he looked at Everard, “He’s my friend.”

and the entire banquet hall fell

disbelief, “What did you just