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?”

puzzled

here for

a collective smirk, “Got

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

towered over the subdued guard, repeating,

are all in the

as he scrambled up, only to receive a swift kick that sent

more.

and the guard, trembling, complied.

where rows of dunk tanks

to accept her fate.

than the

Waterlogged ears rang as her teacher’s voice boomed, distant yet all too near “Can’t even memorize a simple passage? What good are you? A waste of space.

her hair was once again gripped, and her head forced toward the water, Merry

would be easier to just

thought haunted her. She felt unworthy of life. What was left for

family–less, uncared for…

her will to fight, surrender to the water,

then, a voice pierced

illusion. Why else would

clearer,

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

a lifeline, Merry’s lips trembled, “Lia…”

widened at the

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

kind of behavior made

an orphanage, she had never

clamor, she heard a faint,

and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled with a desolate

but seeing Merry in distress ignited anger within