Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 201

Floyd's voice carried a hint of nostalgia as he spoke, "You know, we used to be quite the team, the perfect marksman and support duo. Back in the days, we were unstoppable in the gaming world, unbeaten."

At that, Merry Jordan blinked in surprise. "Wait, you're the 'big bro' from the Nexus gaming platform?"

Big bro?

A smile began to spread across Floyd's face as he was about to confirm, when Yates Griffin, clearly annoyed, barked at Merry, "Merry, got an itch for chatter today, huh?"

Startled by his outburst, Merry stuck out her tongue and scurried behind Cordelia Delaney, seeking a semblance of safety.

Yates, running a hand through his fiery red hair, shot Floyd a glare but said nothing, striding past them.

After he left, Floyd's eyes dropped, momentarily revealing a flicker of complex emotions that he quickly masked, before turning to Cordelia. "Let's go." Yates walked ahead, his mood foul, feeling an indescribable restlessness coursing through him.

Over the years, news about Floyd always seemed to find its way to him.

His championships wins, his rise to the top as a solo player, their team's disbandment, the betrayal by a teammate...

Truth be told, despite his animosity, Yates felt a twisted satisfaction when Floyd faced betrayal. Yet, the irritation persisted.

He was doing well, and despite his irritation, Yates found himself drawn to news about Floyd.

Unknown to everyone, earlier in the year, on a whim, Yates had traveled to Ontoky City. In a moment of madness, he had found himself outside Floyd's club, staring at it like some jilted lover for what felt like hours...

Yates pushed open the door to the private dining room.

He took a seat at the edge, while Cordelia and Everard Watkins settled in the inner seats. Merry, cautious of Yates' volatile mood, quietly sat next to Cordelia, leaving just one spot open between Yates and Merry.

Floyd glanced over and moved to take the seat, but Yates abruptly shifted his chair to the side.

and aggressive, it

his chair, Yates, though feeling petty,

on the table, yet his peripheral

hadn't changed much over the years, still exuding an air of confidence. From

Yates, turning instead to

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nodded, calculating. "So, around early

a few dishes, add whatever you fancy." Without hesitance, Cordelia

Cordelia offered the menu to Everard, he declined, asking, "Did

it's ordered,"

at Cordelia,

not the most famous in Ontoky City, it's unparalleled

glancing at Everard, who seemed quite familiar

Yates remained

first dish

looked puzzled. "Isn't the fish supposed to

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scales were intentionally left on, fried to a crisp, making them edible and flavorful, especially since

dish in Guilford, finding it delicious. But how could Ontoky

was a special request by Mr. Floyd. We sourced the fish and perfected the recipe

his

his gaze as Floyd turned to him, then slammed his chopsticks down, grumbling, "Eating scales is disgusting!" Silence

came the sizzling

but this preparation was the only way he'd ever enjoyed lamb,

a piece, exclaiming,

Yates uninterested, Floyd started,

"I don't like lamb."