Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 207

As soon as Queenie dropped her bombshell, a hush fell over the group.

Cordelia had walked in with her three roommates. Among them, Daisy, known for her straightforwardness, was itching to confront Queenie: "That's way out of line! Why is she sticking her nose in other people's business?"

Before she could march over, another roommate grabbed her arm.

This roommate, hailing from Ontoky City, was privy to more insider information. She whispered, "Around here, at the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp, it's best not to cross Queenie."

Daisy blinked in confusion, "Why not?"

“Her uncle's one of the instructors at the camp. Why would you want to stir trouble with her? If she's got a few words to say, let her talk."

That revelation stopped Daisy in her tracks, "An instructor?"

To them, instructors were akin to direct superiors, the immediate authority figures.

Hearing the word "instructor," Cordelia wasn't naive enough to assume they were all like Mr. Latham. With a nod, she adopted a keep-your-head- down approach, and the four of them found a place to sit.

Queenie was surrounded by a crowd, all eager to learn about the day's diagnostic test.

She scoffed, "Today's test results will be noted. Those who perform poorly, if they don't show improvement, might as well pack their bags. They won't need to stick around for the 21-day boot camp. After all, the material's only going to get tougher, and there's no point in staying if you can't keep up."

At her words, everyone hastily returned to their books, worried about flunking the test.

a moment, all eyes on him. Tall

he entered, people greeted him, "Hey, genius,

a nod, kept his distance, choosing a quiet corner before his gaze wandered over

eyes lit up, waving him over,

she'd look up. She didn't, and Keen reluctantly looked

had gathered its instructors

recalling a call from her niece the day before, "That student is

middle-aged man with glasses entered the classroom, introducing himself as Mr. Lee. After outlining the purpose of the

"Genius, do you have a spare pen? Mine's run out, and I forgot to

pen could reach Daisy, a voice

went silent,

apart, Cordelia's hand was still in the

explained, "No, we

Daisy and Cordelia are roommates. They're always

puzzled; the test hadn't even started, how could

case, but Lucille's stern gaze silenced them, "Both of you, to the

was indignant, "But we were only sharing

is paramount. Anyone disrupting it, even under the guise of

up, "I understand, but Cordelia didn't do anything. She didn't even

glanced at Cordelia, then recognition dawned, “Cordelia? The one who proved Batra's

Daisy nodded.