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.

so sudden and aggressive, it

moved his chair, Yates, though feeling petty, sat down with

his

years, still exuding an air of confidence. From this angle, Floyd's glasses seemed unchanged,

directly to Yates, turning instead to Cordelia, "Lia, how long

Academic Bootcamp for about twenty days. After the Mathematics Olympiad, I'll head

nodded, calculating. "So,

menu to Cordelia. "Take a look, see what you'd like. I've ordered a few dishes, add whatever you fancy." Without hesitance, Cordelia

menu to Everard, he

ordered,"

at

most famous in Ontoky City,

nodded in understanding, glancing at Everard, who seemed quite familiar with the

remained silent. Soon,

dish

"Isn't the fish supposed to

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crisp, making them edible and flavorful, especially since these lake fish were

had once enjoyed this dish in

was a special request by Mr. Floyd.

his

at Floyd, quickly averting his gaze as Floyd turned to him, then slammed his

the sizzling

lamb, but this preparation was the only

tried a piece, exclaiming,

Floyd

"I don't like lamb."