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.”

a collective smirk, “Got a screw loose? Restrain

combative, two

over the subdued guard,

students are all in

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

more.

the way,” she commanded, and

rounded a building and entered the backyard, where rows of dunk

felt ready to

was more difficult than the

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

head forced toward the water,

it would be easier to

She felt unworthy of life. What was left for

family–less, uncared

will to fight, surrender to the

a voice pierced through,

illusion. Why else would she hear

calls grew clearer,

just in time to see that cool, composed figure break through

at a lifeline, Merry’s lips trembled,

eyes widened at

the tank. The students struggled, but it was no use at all, because those teachers were very strong, and

of behavior made

had grown up in an orphanage,

clamor, she

and now soaked and subdued, her

shocking, but seeing Merry in distress ignited anger within