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,

here for

shared a collective smirk, “Got a

a flurry of military combative, two guards

the subdued guard,

are all in

Cordelia watched as he scrambled up, only to receive a

more.

commanded, and

a building and entered the backyard, where rows of dunk

to accept her

was more difficult than the last.

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

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

it would be easier

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

family–less, uncared

surrender to

voice pierced through, “Merry.”

illusion. Why

the calls grew clearer, “Merry?

voice, crystalline and familiar, spurred Merry to lift her head just in time

soul clutching at a

entered the backyard, her eyes widened

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 one of them seemed to be

made her eyes widen.

an orphanage, she had never seen anything like

she heard

and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled with a

but seeing Merry in distress ignited anger within her.