Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 212

After handing over her phone to Lucille, Cordelia thought that would be the end of it. She couldn't have been more wrong. Lucille, with a tone sharper than a knife's edge, demanded, "I want a reflective essay from you, no less than three thousand words, on my desk before afternoon classes start. Otherwise, you can forget about attending any of them!"

Daisy gasped, "Lucille, a three-thousand-word essay? Even for a brainiac like her, that's gonna take at least an hour. How's she supposed to grab lunch?"

"Brainiac?" Lucille scoffed at Cordelia, "Is that what you call yourself? Got a bit too big for your boots because you solved Batra's Conjecture, huh?"

With her voice rising, Lucille added, "What are you looking at? If you don't finish, you're not attending classes this afternoon. If you really don't wanna write it, then you might as well leave!"

With that, Lucille stormed out of the classroom.

Cordelia's brows knitted together, and she clenched her fists. For the first time, she felt the urge to retaliate physically against a teacher, but she suppressed it. The head of the orphanage had always stressed the importance of respect and discipline, and Lucille's grievances, after all, were within the school's regulations.

She couldn't justify attacking a teacher.

Sighing, Cordelia turned to Daisy, "You guys go ahead."

Daisy looked genuinely concerned, "Maybe you should talk to Queenie. She could put in a word with her uncle, get him to lay off you a bit."

Cordelia didn't respond, just sat down and pulled out a blank sheet of paper, looking worried. She had always been a straight-A student, but essays, especially reflective ones, were not her forte.

her lunch card to Daisy, "Could you grab something

and left with

fingers through her hair, staring at the blank paper where she

she could solve by the dozen without breaking a

the school's exterior wall, was scrolling through his phone while holding a custom-prepared lunch in a thermal container. The security guards gave him wary looks but didn't dare to

the students started heading to the cafeteria, Everard frowned. If Cordelia was among them, she'd miss the nutritious lunch he brought. Stepping forward, he was

eyes widened in fear and respect, quickly stepping aside to let him through. Within

brows furrowed in concentration, was trying to start her essay when she heard

at her attempted essay with an

covered her paper,

lunch," Everard held up

gesture, but she sighed,

the

She nodded.

said softly

Everard to take her seat. He was too tall for it, his legs cramped, but he didn't seem to mind. Handing her the lunch, he told her, "Eat over

the essay?" Cordelia

his voice. He then started writing, his handwriting elegant and fluid, the words flowing

began to