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

looks and nodded

who

Outside the hospital.

up at the approaching footsteps and

in his pockets, had become colder and more intimidating after leaving Cordelia. Even Floyd, a feared figure in the esports world, struggled under his imposing

his head

step closer. "Aren't

slowly lifted his head, fear evident

I have someone

made Everard

of intense gaze, Everard

sweat from his forehead, having

to calm his nerves, Floyd made his way

Night had fallen.

several teammates were still up, playing into the

had taken their toll on

these rookies

from pro level.

club manager

Floyd replied. "It's fine."

can't tell

continued. "After

invested all

keep the team afloat. You've been tirelessly scouting new talent even playing through

"But why wouldn't you let the

didn't respond, heading upstairs to

The manager stood still.

reject him, whether he wants to buy the

manager was

years of shared struggles and triumphs, how could

words left him no choice

why? Everyone knew that shooter and Floyd used to be close

he needed some solitude, Yates was left alone as Cordelia and Merry stepped