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, “What?”

here for Merry.”

collective smirk, “Got

combative, two guards sent flying, and

subdued

squeaked, “The students are all

as he scrambled up, only to receive a

more.

she commanded, and the guard, trembling, complied.

backyard, where rows of dunk tanks stood before them.

to

the last. Now,

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 don’t deserve to live.”

her head forced toward the water, Merry widened her

be easier to just die.

life. What was left for her

uncared

surrender

a voice pierced through,

illusion. Why else would she hear

calls grew clearer, “Merry?

head just in time to see that cool, composed figure

clutching at a lifeline,

her eyes widened at

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 them

kind of behavior made her eyes

in an orphanage, she had never seen

amidst the clamor, she

Merry, once vibrant and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled with a

seeing Merry