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

and our dear Sallie here appreciates the talented,

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

face indeed fell. He was almost in tears. What nonsense was

covet Cordelia? She was, after all,

glanced at Everard’s expression and saw a chilling gaze

he stopped short, remembering that he couldn’t reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be in an uproar,

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

don’t call me like

way his boss was

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crowd, consisting of various ladies and mistresses, had now been joined by their

Edwin stood at the edge of the gathering, silently observing

this man? Why haven’t I seen

few, and this man’s face was too

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

taken aback, “What? How did he get

seeing Cordelia and Yates

ended with

what was so special about Everard? It was absurd that Cordelia spent so much on a

sure wasn’t happy about it. No one was

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

and Calvert. Why did she feel like

remained silent, but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

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

spoke languidly, “Judging others so carelessly, I think

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

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

hurriedly began to

hearing him, froze the next

foot.” After his outburst, he looked at

words hung in the air, and

in disbelief, “What did you just