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.

move was so sudden and aggressive, it caught everyone's

feeling petty, sat down

the table, yet his peripheral

air of confidence. From this angle, Floyd's glasses seemed unchanged, hinting

turning instead to Cordelia,

twenty days. After the Mathematics Olympiad,

nodded, calculating. "So, around early

a look, see what you'd like. I've ordered a few dishes, add whatever

to Everard, he declined, asking, "Did you get the

ordered,"

at

most famous in Ontoky City, it's unparalleled because they don't franchise; it's one of a

Everard, who seemed quite

chatted, Yates remained silent. Soon, the food

dish was beer-battered

"Isn't the fish supposed to be

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on, fried to a crisp, making them edible and flavorful, especially since these lake fish were specifically bred

the fish. He and Floyd had once enjoyed this dish in Guilford, finding it

to Merry, "This dish was a special request by Mr. Floyd. We

his grip

then slammed his chopsticks down, grumbling, "Eating scales is disgusting!" Silence fell over the room, the server's

the

but this preparation was the only way

tried a piece, exclaiming,

Yates uninterested, Floyd

"I don't like lamb."