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.

for a moment, all eyes on him. Tall and

entered, people greeted him,

with a nod, kept his distance, choosing a quiet corner before his gaze

the sight of Keen, Queenie's eyes lit up, waving him

attention returned to Cordelia, hoping she'd look up. She didn't, and Keen reluctantly looked away, a gesture that

training, had gathered its instructors for a meeting to

Academic Bootcamp? But I thought she was already accepted into Superiority College," one instructor remarked. Lucille frowned at the mention, recalling a call from her niece the day before, "That student is overly proud. Sure, she's talented, but she's too full of herself. We're here to train talents for the national team, but

a stern-looking middle-aged man with glasses entered the classroom, introducing himself as Mr. Lee. After

out their names, Daisy suddenly whispered, "Genius, do you have a spare pen? Mine's run out, and I forgot to bring a backup." Cordelia replied, "Yes,"

pen could reach Daisy, a voice rang out, "Teacher,

room went silent, all eyes on

desks spaced apart, Cordelia's hand was still in the aisle, Daisy reaching out for

we were just

"Teacher, Daisy and Cordelia are roommates. They're

puzzled; the test hadn't even

tried to argue their case, but Lucille's stern gaze silenced them, "Both of you, to

"But we were only

it, even under the guise of sharing supplies, undermines

"I understand, but Cordelia

glanced at Cordelia, then recognition dawned, “Cordelia? The one who

Daisy nodded.