Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 237

Cordelia picked up gaming strategies like a champ. After only a couple of glances, she had already mastered Karl's combo moves. She leaned towards her computer screen, eyes locked and loaded.

Karl launched a series of attacks, but Cordelia, as though she had seen it coming from miles away, dodged perfectly.

Karl was fuming, "Dodging again? Are you even playing?"

He surged forward, his temper flaring more with each step. In-game, Cordelia turned around sharply. With a calm voice, she declared, "Game on!"

Karl had just used up his skills, leaving him vulnerable. Cordelia seized the moment, teleporting behind him, and gave him the fright of his life. Then, without missing a beat, she unleashed her ultimate move right in his face!

Her fingers danced across the keyboard, outpacing Karl's earlier performance. Her moves were faster, her strikes more accurate... She blocked his retreat, leaving him no chance to escape. It was a flawless comeback from the brink of defeat!

From the sidelines, Floyd squinted, admiring her skill. Cordelia's gameplay reminded him of the legends of the old-school arcade heroes, the ones who ruled the gaming world before e-sports became a thing. He thought, if only those arcade legends had taken to e-sports...

Floyd glanced at Everard, who was nonchalantly watching Cordelia, and then looked away.

Just then, the game announced a kill!

EW Club, Karl has slain EW Club, Learner!!

Floyd blinked in disbelief, as did Cordelia, her eyes widening in shock.

What just happened?

Why did her character freeze right when she launched her ultimate move?

didn't execute, and Karl, the seasoned pro, seized the moment to

a bit... embarrassed. This was supposed to

dawned on Floyd that the keyboard, which seemed outdated and barely responsive to Cordelia's lightning-fast inputs,

Cordelia a smug look. "Rushing to your own tower might have saved you, but teleporting behind

Cordelia: "..."

believe her if she said

keystrokes, missed out on her impressive performance, leaving only Floyd who had caught every detail. Floyd smirked to himself. Speaking up for Cordelia might only make the team resist

turned to Floyd, "Got another

Floyd could respond, Everard chimed in, "Yes, it's already prepared for you." Right after, someone knocked on the door. The club's caretaker called out, "Who is

"Delivery."

“Cordelia's delivery. The delivery guy was quite handsome,

courier, but why

opened her package: [She's my protégé. What's it to

that when asking for

Cordelia unveiled a cherry-pink keyboard, its compact and

While Cordelia admired its

recognized

custom-made piece from a

company, known for its superior responsiveness. In the entire EW Club,

he saw the usually stoic Mr. Watkins looking rather

Cordelia: "...Love it."

the keyboard? Blaming lag would be more believable!" He settled back down, "Newbies often blame

Cordelia: "..."

interrupted, "Here, have some water," handing him a glass and nodding towards his phone. Karl scoffed, checking his phone to find