Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 227

Floyd's gaze was fixed on the ground, his fists clenched tightly.

He stared at Yates for a long moment before letting out a low chuckle. "Yates, I'd rather have you hate me."

After uttering those words, he stood up and took a step back.

He looked at Yates again and finally spoke. "You can't join the team. In the world of pro gamers, it's either you or me."

With that, he turned to leave.

But just as he reached the door, he suddenly heard a noise from behind.

Turning around, he saw Yates had grabbed a nearby glass and hurled it at him, shouting, "Floyd, go to hell!"

However, the glass missed, whizzing past Floyd's side.

"Crash!"

It hit the ground, shattering with a sharp sound.

Floyd looked back at Yates, his eyes filled with bitterness, but he repeated his stance. "If you still consider me your brother, then stay out of the pro leagues. No matter which team it is, if you join, I'll leave.”

After saying that, he pushed the hospital room door open and walked out.

From the moment they heard the glass break, three people outside rushed in. As they entered, they caught Floyd's harsh words. After Floyd left, the trio turned their gaze to Yates.

Merry was livid. "Damn! Yates, you've never been treated like this in your life! It's just the EW Club. Why not just buy it out and see how he likes that! The Big Boss might be tough, but can he really monopolize the entire esports world?! He's way too arrogant!"

Yates remained silent, his face dark.

The more Merry thought about it, the angrier he got, continuing, "I used to admire the Big Boss, but I never expected this. His words were just too much. Right, Lia?"

Cordelia nodded in agreement, assuring Yates. "Don't worry, I won't go."

How could she join Floyd's team after what he did to Little Flame?

over and buried his face in the pillow.

exchanged looks and nodded in

that Everard, who had been

Outside the hospital.

up at the

hands in his pockets, had become colder and more intimidating after leaving Cordelia. Even Floyd,

kept his

closer. "Aren't you afraid of making

his head, fear evident in his

"But I have someone I need

made Everard

moment of intense gaze,

he was gone, Floyd wiped the sweat from his forehead, having

his nerves, Floyd made

Night had fallen.

gamers are night owls, and several teammates were still

but injuries had taken their toll

these rookies were

from pro level.

club manager hurried over. "How

Floyd replied. "It's fine."

can't tell if

manager continued.

invested all

You've been tirelessly scouting new talent even playing through your injuries. I thought you cared

why wouldn't you let the top shooter

heading upstairs to his room, simply

The manager stood still.

you still respect me as your captain, then reject him, whether he wants to buy the

was

and triumphs, how could there

left him no choice but to

why? Everyone knew that shooter and Floyd used

solitude, Yates was left alone as Cordelia and Merry