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?

buried his face in the pillow. "I need

Cordelia exchanged looks and

realized that Everard, who

Outside the hospital.

he immediately straightened up at the approaching footsteps

intimidating after leaving

his

step closer. "Aren't

his head, fear evident

spoke firmly. "But I have

statement made Everard

of intense gaze, Everard

was gone, Floyd wiped the sweat from his forehead, having felt the murderous intent from

calm his nerves, Floyd made his

Night had fallen.

teammates were

those who could persisted, but injuries had taken their toll on their agility, prompting the team to train newcomers to

rookies

from pro level.

manager

Floyd replied. "It's fine."

sighed. "Floyd, I can't tell if

manager continued.

invested

to keep the team afloat. You've been tirelessly scouting new talent even playing through your injuries. I thought you cared the most about the

why wouldn't you let the top shooter join

to

The manager stood still.

your captain, then reject him, whether he wants

manager was

shared struggles and triumphs, how could there be no

him no choice but to sigh in

why? Everyone knew that shooter and Floyd used to

solitude, Yates was left alone as Cordelia