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.

the sting of abandonment, Sanderson empathized with Everard, who seemed reluctant to discuss the

there he was, the proprietor of a humble establishment called Midnight Scent, seemingly lacking ambition. Had

seemed like the most logical

Everard must’ve left with a hefty sum, enough to fund his new venture and his sharp

attire.

picture someone of

in Greenmeadow,

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debt?

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,

momentarily speechless. It seemed he

his favor, elevating Sanderson’s opinion

reverie turning to

Sanderson nodded firmly.

admiration, “Could I seek advice from

pride of an elder, Sanderson readily agreed,

time my company needs office supplies, and you can’t

then realized, “Your company approached

shoulder again, “Opening Midnight Scent will only make you complacent. If you’re ready to get back into the game,

a bit more time off, but I’ll surely

all.” Sanderson beamed, thoroughly enjoying

control of GoldGrasp Enterprises to avoid the hassle of management and refused even the title of chairman, was considering a position at the Delaney Group, a mere blip compared to his empire.

just storm over in a fit

to follow Everard, found himself cornered by

was his friend, Hackett had stuck by Calvert’s side, leaving Everard to take care

out of the

few more exchanges with Everard and sharing some business insights, Sanderson’s admiration grew the point

he excused himself to

Cordelia and Loma still seated on the couch, with Everard nowhere in

replied without looking up from her math

almost through the

he chose to sit next to Cordelia, finding themselves in a quiet corner. He leaned in and whispered earnestly, ‘Lia, I’ve been thinking, Everard seems like a good fit. What do

sharp one, a real bookworm, not the type who’d be drawn to the hustle of business. But the company would be hers one day,