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.

enough, Calvert’s expression soured.

the fire, “They are a well–matched combo, and

proudly indicated to Everard, “Mr. Wallace, this gentleman is Ms.

He was almost in tears. What nonsense was

She was, after all, his

and saw a chilling gaze directed his way. Calvert shivered.

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

Everard suddenly spoke up in a low voice, “Mr. Wallace.”

call me like that.”

couldn’t stand the way his boss

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various ladies and mistresses, had now been joined by their menfolk, drawn over by Calvert’s

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

“Who is this man? Why haven’t I seen

of Greenmeadow were few, and this

brow furrowed in thought, “He’s the owner of a place

How did

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

explanation ended with

from his good looks, what was so special about Everard? It was absurd

to Calvert, but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No

“That’s not appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s boyfriend seems

did she feel

remained silent, but Cordelia’s brows

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

“Judging others so carelessly, I think it’s you who lacks manners.”

Do you think Mr. Wallace is someone anyone can just

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

hurriedly began to say, “You’re

upon hearing

his outburst, he looked at Everard, “He’s my friend.”

the air, and the entire banquet hall fell silent.

in disbelief,