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

“They are a well–matched combo, and

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

fell. He was almost in tears. What nonsense was

was, after all, his boss‘ girlfriend..

at Everard’s expression and saw a chilling

that he couldn’t reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be in an

Everard suddenly spoke up in a low

don’t call me like

the way his boss

Chapter 115

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

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

this man? Why haven’t

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

thought, “He’s the owner of a place called Midnight Scent, just outside our school.”

How did he get in

and Yates

with clenched

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

close to Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No one was so curt when they just met.

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

Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s

but Cordelia’s brows knitted.

get upset over a few remarks. Yet for some reason, these taunts aimed at Everard

languidly, “Judging others so carelessly, I

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

suggesting they might get in touch later, she turned to Calvert, “Mr. Wallace, I’m right, aren’t

to say, “You’re right.”

Fanny, smug upon hearing him, froze

foot.” After his

in the air, and

stared in disbelief, “What did you just