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

added fuel to the fire, “They are a well–matched combo, and our dear Sallie here appreciates the talented, not

proudly indicated to Everard, “Mr.

almost in tears. What nonsense

Cordelia? She was,

expression and saw a chilling

couldn’t reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be in an uproar, His speech faltered, and he grew anxious. What

address Everard, Everard

said, “Please don’t call me like that.”

way his boss was

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

stood at the edge of the gathering, silently observing the storm’s

“Who is this man? Why haven’t I seen

few, and this man’s face was

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

taken aback, “What? How did

after seeing Cordelia and Yates together, explained softly,

explanation ended with

his good looks, what was so special about Everard? It was absurd that Cordelia spent so much on a suit to

though, he tried to get close to Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No one was so

not appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s boyfriend seems to lack manners.”

Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s photo was Calvert? What was going

remained silent, but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

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

I think it’s

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

their meeting and even suggesting they might get in touch later,

to say,

and Fanny, smug upon hearing him, froze the next

my foot.” After his outburst, he looked at

the air, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.

disbelief, “What did you