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

though feeling petty, sat down with

table, yet his peripheral vision

of confidence. From this angle, Floyd's glasses seemed unchanged, hinting at a stable

have no intention of speaking directly to Yates, turning instead to Cordelia, "Lia, how long are

days. After the Mathematics Olympiad, I'll head back,"

"So,

I've ordered a few dishes, add whatever you fancy." Without hesitance,

the menu to Everard, he declined,

ordered," Floyd

at

"The roast duck here is exceptional. Though not the most famous in

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

remained silent. Soon, the

dish

the fish

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dish, the scales were intentionally left on, fried to a crisp, making them edible and

dish in Guilford, finding it delicious.

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

at that, his grip

as Floyd turned to him, then slammed his chopsticks down, grumbling, "Eating scales is disgusting!" Silence fell over the room, the

the sizzling

at the dish. He was picky with food, especially lamb, but this preparation

a piece, exclaiming,

Yates uninterested, Floyd

"I don't like lamb."