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

shared a collective smirk, “Got a screw

military combative, two guards sent

subdued guard,

squeaked, “The students are all in the backyard.”

only to receive a swift kick that sent him sprawling

more.

she commanded, and the guard,

where rows of dunk tanks stood before them.

felt ready to accept her fate.

more difficult than the last. Now,

voice boomed, distant yet all too near “Can’t even memorize a simple passage? What good are you? A waste

her head forced toward the water, Merry widened her eyes

it would be easier

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

uncared

to fight, surrender

then, a voice pierced

it as an illusion. Why else would she hear Lia’s voice?

grew clearer, “Merry? Little Parrot?”

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

a lifeline, Merry’s lips trembled,

widened at the sight of the

even 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 one of them seemed to be practiced, and these students were no match for them at all.

made

in an orphanage,

amidst the clamor, she heard a

Merry, once vibrant and now soaked and subdued,

was shocking, but seeing