Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 255

Cordelia paused, her curiosity piqued. "And then what happened?"

Yates sighed, "Then... he clammed up, didn't say a thing."

Cordelia was silent, a puzzled frown crossing her face.

Yates' brow furrowed in frustration. "The old man's stubborn as a mule. If he's not talking, no one can make him."

Little Flame had specifically come over to share this with her. Cordelia thought for a moment before asking, "So, you think you've got a lead?"

Sure enough, Little Flame nodded, his red hair as defiant as ever. "I've been thinking... our family, the Griffins, we've always been good to folks. Here in Greenmeadow, we've always lent a helping hand to our neighbors and colleagues. My granddad, bless his soul, never cared for expanding the family business. There wasn't really any competition to speak of, so why someone would have it out for me..."

Yates scrunched his face in thought.

His life had always been carefree, under the lax oversight of his grandfather who prioritized happiness over discipline. No competitions, no challenges; if he wanted to play video games, he played. He did whatever he felt like, which left him somewhat lacking in both connections and capabilities now.

But he knew enough about the Griffin family's dealings to have asked the butler some pointed questions yesterday, confirming they had no known enemies.

Yates stroked his chin. "I've been thinking... as a kid, my granddad wasn't always this indulgent. He was loving, sure, but he had his limits. Made me take up boxing; I wouldn't know how to throw a punch otherwise."

He paused, realizing that his fighting skills wouldn't impress Cordelia in the slightest.

Catching his breath, he saw no mockery in her eyes and continued, "But everything changed after my parents died."

His eyes narrowed slightly as if he were peering into the past.

They were standing beside a tree near the playground, its leaves a crisp yellow, branches swaying in the wind. Yates seemed lost in his memories, a distant look on his face. "And then it hit me, about my parents' car accident."

His parents were more of a concept than a memory to Yates.

the rare occasions they did come home, his mother would apologize for her

blurry memories, if not for the photographs

what kept them so busy. Back then, the Griffin

came home with the news that would change his life: at just twelve, Yates learned his parents had died in a car crash. All he saw were their ashes; he

up secretly; car crash fatalities were

doubted it until recently, until

But it's been six years. It's going to be hard to dig up anything now. They died in Ontoky City, and I barely have any connections

a cop named Skyler? The policework is nationwide, right? Could you

gravely. "Of

they conversed, some classmates watched from a distance: Cordelia and Hayley

her with Yates, all cozy. What does he see in

Juliana just scowled, silent.

a pretty boy,

"She'll be dumping that pretty

"What do you

my, dad and granddad talking. That pretty boy crossed Bill, sought. refuge in Greenmeadow. Somehow, Bill

Bill? The one with businesses

nodded. "Exactly, that

a troublesome pretty boy. And now clinging to Yates, hoping the Griffins would bail

a laugh as they headed

flaunted

ring, catching

it to me. Said it's not fitting

I'm still in

or

me my

was visibly envious. "Wow, a 3-carat? If it's high quality, that's worth millions! Your

didn't respond, but the envy in their classmates'