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 glances, “What?”

for

collective smirk, “Got a screw loose? Restrain

lunged, Cordelia unleashed a flurry of military combative, two guards sent flying, and another two

the subdued guard,

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

only to receive a swift kick that sent him

more.

and

the backyard, where rows of dunk tanks stood

ready to accept

for air was more difficult than the last. Now, the

all too near “Can’t even memorize a simple passage? What good are you? A waste of space. People like you don’t deserve to

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

be easier to

unworthy of life. What was left for her

uncared

thoughts eroded her will to fight, surrender to the water, and never

voice pierced

blinked, dismissing it as an illusion. Why

the calls grew clearer, “Merry? Little

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

a lifeline, Merry’s lips

backyard, her eyes widened at the sight

some teachers 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

of behavior made her

up in an orphanage,

amidst the clamor, she heard a faint, “Lia…”

Merry, once vibrant and now soaked and subdued,

but seeing Merry in distress ignited