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 soured.

well–matched combo, and our dear Sallie here

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

was almost in tears.

She was, after all,

expression and saw a chilling gaze directed his way.

Greenmeadow would be in an uproar, His speech faltered,

he was wrestling with how to address Everard, Everard suddenly spoke up in a

call me

the way his boss was addressing

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of various ladies and mistresses, had now been joined by

stood at the edge of the gathering, silently

this man? Why haven’t I seen him

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

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

“What? How did he get

seeing Cordelia and Yates together, explained softly, “Probably an

ended with clenched fists.

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

to get close to Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t

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

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

remained silent, but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

opinions and wouldn’t get upset over a few remarks. Yet for some reason,

spoke languidly, “Judging others so carelessly, I think it’s you

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

the way Calvert had looked at her differently upon their meeting and even suggesting they

hurriedly began to

upon hearing

his outburst, he

words hung in the air, and the entire

in disbelief, “What