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?

Karl, the seasoned pro, seized the moment to land a killing blow

embarrassed. This was supposed to be her moment of

seemed outdated and barely responsive to Cordelia's lightning-fast inputs,

look. "Rushing to your own tower might have saved you, but teleporting behind me? That was a death wish. Did you mess up your teleport

Cordelia: "..."

her if

attention to the speed of her 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

explanation, Cordelia turned to

spare, unopened keyboards upstairs. Before 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

"Delivery."

delivery. The delivery guy was quite handsome, with such a

don't mind being your courier, but why wouldn't you let me in? I haven't seen Lia in ages. Why can't

the message, replying leisurely as Cordelia opened her

say that when asking

unveiled a cherry-pink keyboard, its compact and attractive

While Cordelia admired its

Floyd recognized

custom-made piece from a

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

he saw the usually stoic Mr. Watkins looking rather tender as he said, "Glad

Cordelia: "...Love it."

it in, Karl taunted, "Don't tell me you think you lost because of the keyboard? Blaming lag would be more believable!" He settled

Cordelia: "..."

when the team's strategist interrupted, "Here, have some water," handing him a glass and nodding