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

“Got a screw loose?

lunged, Cordelia unleashed a flurry of military combative, two

subdued guard, repeating,

are

to

more.

way,” she commanded, and

and entered the backyard, where rows of dunk tanks stood before them.

felt ready to accept

gasp for air was more difficult than the

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. People like you

and her head forced toward the water, Merry widened her

would be easier to

thought haunted her. She felt unworthy of life. What

family–less, uncared for…

will to fight, surrender to the water,

then, a voice pierced

it as an illusion. Why else would she hear

clearer,

familiar, spurred Merry to lift her head just in time

a lifeline, Merry’s lips

the backyard, her eyes widened at the sight

tank. The students struggled, but it was no use at all, because those teachers were very strong, and each one of them seemed to

of behavior made her eyes

she had grown up in an orphanage,

she heard a

and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled with a

shocking, but seeing Merry