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

for Merry.”

shared a collective smirk, “Got a screw loose?

a flurry of military combative, two guards sent flying, and another two pinned to the ground.

the subdued

“The students are all in

as he scrambled up, only to

more.

the way,” she commanded, and the

backyard, where rows of dunk tanks stood before

to

more difficult than the last. Now,

up again. Waterlogged ears rang as her teacher’s voice boomed, distant yet all too near “Can’t even

again gripped, and her head forced toward the water, Merry widened her

be easier to just

felt unworthy of life. What was left for her to hope for?

family–less, uncared

eroded her will to fight, surrender to the water, and

voice pierced through, “Merry.”

as an illusion. Why

calls grew clearer, “Merry?

lift her head just in time to see that cool, composed figure

drowning soul clutching at a lifeline, Merry’s lips trembled,

backyard, her eyes widened

grabbed the students‘ heads and pressed them into the tank. The students struggled, but it was no use at all, because those teachers were very strong, and each

of behavior made

she had grown up in an orphanage, she had never seen

clamor, she heard a faint,

once vibrant and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled

seeing Merry in distress ignited anger within