Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

“Bang.”

Chapter 158

Cordelia’s boot connected with the security guard’s midsection, sending him sprawling to the ground as she barreled into the school premises.

Hidden not far off, Skyler gulped nervously. He’d always thought Cordella was the dainty, helpless type. He was wrong. She was so strong.

Fumbling with his phone, he dialed Everard, “Boss, Cordelia just stormed the gates.”

Everard’s response was as chilled as a winter’s breeze, “Okay, just keep an eye on her. No casualties, please.”

Skyler’s voice hitched in disbelief, “What? ‘No casualties‘? That’s your bar for concern?”

“What I mean is, don’t let her cause any casualties.”

It took a moment for Skyler to catch on. The boss was worried Cordelia might go full terminator on them.

He smirked wryly, “Got it.”

Everard instructed, “Let her stir the pot a bit before you wrap up your end, and make it snappy.”

“Boss, don’t rush me.” Skyler retorted, fingers dancing across his laptop keyboard, “A true man takes at least an hour.”

As Skyler bantered, Cordelia had already penetrated the heart of the campus.

A guard bellowed, “Who the heck are you? We’ve got an intruder.”

His shout summoned a squad of security guards, who, upon seeing a slender girl as the culprit, chuckled among themselves, “Can’t handle a little girl?”

The guard she’d floored was quick to caution, “Don’t take her lightly – she packs a punch.”

The guards advanced, one of them taunting, “Sweetheart, leave now and we might let you off easy.”

Cordelia’s only reply was a steely, “Where’s Merry?”

exchanged puzzled glances,

for Merry.”

guards shared a collective smirk, “Got a screw loose? Restrain her.”

unleashed a flurry of military combative, two guards sent flying, and another

the subdued guard, repeating,

“The students are

Cordelia watched as he scrambled up, only to receive a swift

more.

she commanded, and the guard, trembling, complied.

backyard, where rows of dunk tanks stood before them.

ready to accept her fate.

difficult than the last. Now, the sensation

as her teacher’s voice boomed, distant yet all too near “Can’t even memorize a

hair was once again gripped, and her head forced toward the water, Merry widened her eyes in a mix of helplessness

would be easier to

her. She felt unworthy of life. What was left for her to

uncared for…

to fight, surrender to

a voice

as an illusion. Why else

grew clearer, “Merry?

and familiar, spurred Merry to lift her head just in time to see that cool, composed figure break through the

drowning soul clutching at a

Cordelia entered the backyard, her eyes widened at the sight of the dunk

students struggled, but it was no use at all, because those teachers were very strong, and each one of them seemed to be practiced, and these students were

kind of behavior made her

an orphanage, she

amidst the clamor, she heard a

once vibrant and now soaked and

seeing Merry in distress ignited anger