Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 116

Sanderson had been wheeling and dealing in the business world for years, his instincts honed to a razor’n edge. It didn’t take more than a glance for him to surmise there was something extraordinary about Everard. Everard carried himself with a grace and sophistication that simply couldn’t be bred in an average household. Moreover, there was a chilling aloofness to his demeanor that didn’t quite scream ‘boy–next–door.

Racking his brain, Sanderson couldn’t place who or what Everard might be, but he was determined to find out, ever at the risk of offending Everard. He couldn’t stand the thought of Cordelia being duped or taken advantage of.

Everard stood his ground, his deep eyes locked on Sanderson, clearly perceiving the wariness in Sanderson’s gaze.

“Tough nut to crack, Lia’s father,” Everard thought, letting his head droop slightly as he shed his usual cool exterior. With deference that seemed almost out of character, he said, “Mr. Delaney, I’m Cordella’s boyfriend, Everard Watkins.”

Sanderson wasn’t asking about that, though. Pursing his lips, he pressed on, “What’s your connection with Calvert, or should I say, with Bill?”

Everard wasn’t in the business of deceit. His lips parted slightly as he considered his response carefully, “We’ve worked together in the past.”

Sanderson raised an eyebrow, “Business partners?”

A nod from Everard, “Yes.”

Calvert, standing to the side, couldn’t help but twitch his lips in amusement. Yeah, business partners with Everard who even calls him ‘boss. Even Bill didn’t get that kind of treatment.

But Sanderson caught on to a particular word, ‘Past?”

Everard nodded again. The less said about his past identity, the better.

“And now?” Sanderson probed further.

“Now, I’m no longer with GoldGrasp Enterprises,” Everard revealed.

GoldGrasp Enterprises, Bill’s financial empire, with tendrils stretching across the nation.

“Why leave?” Sanderson blurted out instinctively.

Everard’s gaze grew distant, perhaps recalling past events, and he said with a touch of nostalgia, “GoldGrasp Enterprises didn’t need me anymore.”

Those words, together with Everard’s melancholic and somewhat defeated air, led Sanderson to misinterpret.

He knew all too well the struggles of starting a business, having built one from the ground up with partners, only to step away due to differing visions and the desire not to sever ties with friends.

who seemed reluctant to discuss the past, and perhaps

establishment called Midnight Scent, seemingly lacking ambition. Had his spirit been crushed, leaving him unable

seemed like the most

left with a hefty sum, enough to

attire.

it was hard to picture someone of

Calvert staying at Everard’s place upon his arrival in Greenmeadow, perhaps it was

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debt?

Everard on the shoulder, his suspicion waning as he offered words of encouragement, “Everyone hits a rough patch, but that’s the time to rise up, not to fall into apathy. You’re a young man, and

momentarily speechless. It seemed he had been

misunderstanding had clearly worked in his favor, elevating

moved, his earlier reverie turning to sorrow as

Sanderson nodded firmly.

his expression one of admiration, “Could I

an elder, Sanderson readily agreed, “Anytime.”

time my company needs office supplies,

then realized, “Your company approached us last

He patted Everard’s shoulder again, “Opening Midnight Scent will only make you complacent. If you’re ready to get back into

a bit more

at all.” Sanderson beamed, thoroughly enjoying

hassle of management and refused even the title of chairman, was considering a position at

might just storm over in a fit of

trying to follow Everard, found himself cornered by guests, “Mr. Wallace,

Calvert’s side, leaving Everard to take care of himself, an indication that Calvert was the one with the

with Sallie out of the picture,

insights, Sanderson’s admiration grew the point where he addressed Everard by his name

himself

seated on the couch, with Everard nowhere in sight. “Where’s Everard?” he

up from her math problems, “Bathroom, maybe?”

problems for months and was almost through the entire set. Occasionally, she felt it was all a bit monotonous

to Cordelia, finding themselves in a quiet corner. He

drawn to the hustle of business. But the company would be hers one day,