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 expression soured.

combo, and our dear

these words, she proudly indicated to Everard, “Mr. Wallace, this gentleman is Ms. Delaney’s

fell. He was almost in tears. What nonsense was Fanny spouting?

he covet Cordelia? She was, after all, his

at Everard’s expression and saw a chilling gaze directed his way.

reveal Everard’s identity or Greenmeadow would be in an uproar, His speech faltered, and he grew anxious. What

wrestling with how to address Everard, Everard

“Please don’t call me like that.”

way his boss was

Chapter 115

crowd, consisting of various ladies and mistresses, had now been joined by their menfolk, drawn over by Calvert’s arrival.

Edwin stood at the edge of the gathering, silently observing the

in a hushed tone, “Who is this

few, and this man’s face was too unfamiliar.

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

“What? How did he get in

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

explanation ended with clenched fists.

It was absurd that Cordelia spent so much on a suit to make him look presentable.

but Calvert sure wasn’t happy about it. No one was so curt when

couldn’t help but laugh, “That’s not appropriate: Lorna,

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

silent, but Cordelia’s brows

about others‘ opinions and wouldn’t get upset over a few remarks. Yet

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

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

Calvert had looked at her differently upon their meeting and even suggesting they might get in touch later, she turned to Calvert, “Mr. Wallace, I’m right, aren’t

hurriedly began to

and Fanny, smug upon hearing him, froze the next moment.

in frustration, “Right my foot.” After his

words hung in the air, and

stared in disbelief, “What did