Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 211

At the office door, Lucille led them to the entrance, gesturing for the two to enter.

Only now did Keen snap back to reality, furrowing his brow as he asked, "Mr. Thomas? The mathematician I've heard so much about?!"

Lucille's expression carried a hint of impatience, "Yes, so keep your mouths shut, got it?"

Keen nodded, then turned to Cordelia, trying to ease her nerves, "Don't sweat it!"

Cordelia: ??

Keen tried to reassure her, "Even though this big shot is indeed impressive, he's only human. Don't be scared! We're still young. You've already proven Batra's Conjecture. Who's to say we won't achieve as much, if not more, in the future?"

Cordelia: ...Did she look scared?

But then she thought about it; Frankie must be the Mathster from the Pioneers Group. The thought of meeting someone from the group again was comforting.

Her eyes, misty at first, seemed to clear and brighten as she stepped forward and pushed open the door.

Keen, about to offer more words of encouragement, was left speechless and hurried after Cordelia into the office.

The office seemed empty; everyone appeared to have stepped out. Frankie had used the excuse of wanting a private chat to send them away. Frankie was a tall, skinny old man with an energetic vibe. His eyes sparkled despite the wrinkles on his skin and his graying hair. He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, his warm smile making him instantly likable.

"You've arrived?" he said.

Cordelia slowly spoke up, "You're the Mathster?"

Keen inhaled sharply. How could Cordelia address such a respected figure so informally? Mathster, who dares to call him that?

then stepped forward, apologizing with a smile, "Mr. Thomas, sorry, Cordelia... she's quite direct.

chuckled, "Yes, I am

Keen: ??

by Cordelia's blunt manner, Keen was

to

continued, "You're older than

Frankie: "..."

Keen: "..."

seen blunt, but this is

emotional intelligence, but how could one be this

"Mr. Thomas, she didn't mean you're old in years, but that

heartily, "Lia is straightforward, she's saying I'm old, and indeed I am, sixty-one this year. Time spares no one, alas!" Keen

he caught

Cordelia and

smiled, "She's a

each other in spirit for a long

Frankie had shared some valuable math resources with her. They'd recently been collaborating on

her

the usual routes, if not for

Cordelia, "How are you finding

Lucille's treatment, but she

was brief, and after a short chat about math, he stood up to leave, "I must go now. Lia, if you run into any

Cordelia nodded once more.

her, warning of the

to fear? Can't students be disciplined

she couldn't help

untroubled, Lucille breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr.