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

here for

“Got a screw loose? Restrain

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

over the subdued

“The students are all in the

up, only to receive a swift kick that sent him sprawling once

more.

and the guard,

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

felt ready to

the last. Now, the sensation was almost familiar.

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

and her head forced toward the water, Merry widened

would be easier to

life.

family–less, uncared

to fight, surrender to the water, and never breathe

then, a voice pierced through,

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

the calls grew clearer, “Merry? Little Parrot?”

spurred Merry to lift her head just in time to see that cool, composed

clutching at a lifeline, Merry’s

Cordelia entered the backyard, her eyes widened at the sight of the dunk

struggled, but it was no use at all, because those

made her eyes

though she had grown up in an orphanage, she had never seen

the clamor, she heard a faint,

found Merry, once vibrant and now soaked and subdued, her eyes filled with a desolate plea.

Cordelia, the sight was shocking, but seeing