Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 252

Cordelia and Lorna's steps faltered slightly as they made their way forward. Lorna's brow furrowed, casting a glance at Cordelia, only to find a trace of impatience etched across her face. It wasn't just Cordelia who was feeling annoyed; Lorna was too.

In the past, when her daughter went missing, she drifted through her days in a daze, while Laurinda often sniped at her behind her back. Lorna chose to turn a deaf ear, and Sanderson remained oblivious. They muddled through like this for eighteen years. But once Cordelia was found, Laurinda's antagonism seemed to ramp up.

First, she tried to ostracize her and Lia, then pressured them into a separation. A separation it was, and frankly, it was a relief. She no longer had to tiptoe around Laurinda. But now, Sanderson was tied up with corporate affairs, busier than ever.

It was understandable for Sanderson, as the CEO, to be busy. But now! After wrapping up the projects, why was Laurinda stirring up trouble again? Before, Lorna had kept silent because she had no financial independence and no voice in the household. But now, thinking of the balance in her bank account, she straightened her back and walked into the room first.

In the living room, Laurinda sat there, her eyelids drooping. Upon Lorna's entrance, Laurinda paused her conversation and huffed at the sight of her. Despite being Sanderson's mother, Lorna bit her tongue and turned to Cordelia first: "Lia, you've had a long day. Why don't you head upstairs and rest?"

Cordelia nodded, maneuvering two suitcases forward. Sanderson hurried over: "Let me carry those for you."

Their mansion had no elevator, and with two suitcases to lug, Sanderson doubted Cordelia could manage. He took the suitcases from her, ready to heave them up, only to find them immovable.

Sanderson was puzzled. Cordelia seemed to handle them with ease just moments ago. As he pondered, he saw Cordelia effortlessly hoist the suitcases and head upstairs: "Dad, it's okay."

not even a greeting." Cordelia paid her no

her face deepened: "Look at her attitude!" Sanderson ignored her. Lorna, however, changed the subject: "Mom, you came at the right time. I bought gifts for you and dad. I'll give them

were staying with them, Lorna made sure to bring back gifts for everyone. But as soon as the gift box was handed to Laurinda, she clenched it tightly, her sarcasm unfurling: "My son slaves away at the company like a dog, working hard to

What's mine is hers, there's no distinction between us!" Laurinda snorted: "Sanderson,

you call him a dog?" Suddenly, Cordelia's grandmother, Mathilda's voice rang out. Since Laurinda's arrival, she had been with Lacy Wilson in another room. Laurinda's loud remarks had been unbearable

disparaging her daughter meant Mathilda could step in. She walked from the room to the living room, stating: "Besides, my daughter earns her own money. What's wrong with her spending a bit? You've separated; does she

reasoned speech, slow and deliberate, often left Laurinda entangled in her

immediately, she took a refreshing shower instead. Feeling much lighter in

kiddo, what's up?" Cordelia hesitated: "Just checking in. You made

"Is that your sister-in-law? Hey, do you need money for shopping?" Cordelia paused, asking: "You have friends over?"

not to intrude: "Alright, you're busy. I won't keep you." She merely wanted to ensure Everard's safe arrival, knowing Little Flame wasn't too fond of him. She worried they might

arrived safely, she hung up and took out her homework, intending to catch up on assignments she'd neglected for online gaming. But just as she was about to start, her thoughts drifted back to the situation downstairs.

stairs. Just as she reached the bottom of the stairs, she could hear Laurinda laying it on thick, "I'm not one to gossip, but what's so special about this pretty boy? Not long ago we had Calvert swinging by, and now Bill's taken his place. What's gotten into Greenmeadow lately, with all these big shots rolling into town one after the other? But, let's be honest, Bill's got an edge over Calvert, no doubt about it. Boss, if you're not keen on handing over the chairmanship to Kermit, maybe it's time for a

of good-looking guys

there."

get someone to work some magic on his face? Or better yet, what about the Griffin