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

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

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

was almost in tears. What

was, after

and saw a chilling gaze

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

wrestling with how to address Everard, Everard suddenly spoke up in a low voice, “Mr. Wallace.”

call me

stand the way his boss was

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

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

hushed tone, “Who is this man? Why haven’t I

few, and this

of a place called Midnight Scent, just outside our school.”

aback, “What? How did

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

ended with

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

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

appropriate: Lorna, Cordelia’s boyfriend seems

forth between Everard and Calvert. Why did she feel like the man in Sanderson’s photo was Calvert? What was

silent, but

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

spoke languidly, “Judging others so carelessly, I

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

and even suggesting they might get in touch later, she turned to Calvert, “Mr. Wallace, I’m

began to say, “You’re right.”

hearing him, froze the next moment.

blurted out in frustration, “Right my foot.” After his outburst, he looked at Everard, “He’s my

and

Sallie stared in disbelief, “What did you just