Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 211

At the office door, Lucille led them to the entrance, gesturing for the two to enter.

Only now did Keen snap back to reality, furrowing his brow as he asked, "Mr. Thomas? The mathematician I've heard so much about?!"

Lucille's expression carried a hint of impatience, "Yes, so keep your mouths shut, got it?"

Keen nodded, then turned to Cordelia, trying to ease her nerves, "Don't sweat it!"

Cordelia: ??

Keen tried to reassure her, "Even though this big shot is indeed impressive, he's only human. Don't be scared! We're still young. You've already proven Batra's Conjecture. Who's to say we won't achieve as much, if not more, in the future?"

Cordelia: ...Did she look scared?

But then she thought about it; Frankie must be the Mathster from the Pioneers Group. The thought of meeting someone from the group again was comforting.

Her eyes, misty at first, seemed to clear and brighten as she stepped forward and pushed open the door.

Keen, about to offer more words of encouragement, was left speechless and hurried after Cordelia into the office.

The office seemed empty; everyone appeared to have stepped out. Frankie had used the excuse of wanting a private chat to send them away.

Frankie was a tall, skinny old man with an energetic vibe. His eyes sparkled despite the wrinkles on his skin and his graying hair. He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, his warm smile making him instantly likable.

"You've arrived?" he said.

Cordelia slowly spoke up, "You're the Mathster?"

Keen inhaled sharply. How could Cordelia address such a respected figure so informally? Mathster, who dares to call him that?

He looked at Cordelia with a helpless gaze, then stepped forward, apologizing with a smile, "Mr. Thomas, sorry, Cordelia... she's quite direct. She didn't mean—"

Before he could finish, Frankie chuckled, "Yes, I am the Mathster."

Keen: ??

Seeing Frankie wasn't offended by Cordelia's blunt manner, Keen was taken aback.

He turned to Cordelia again.

Cordelia continued, "You're older than I imagined."

Frankie: "..."

Keen: "..."

You've seen blunt, but this is next-level blunt.

Cordelia appeared to lack some emotional intelligence, but how could one be this direct?

He quickly tried to cover for her, "Mr. Thomas, she didn't mean you're old in years, but that you're rich in experience, a veteran in the field of mathematics!"

Frankie laughed heartily, "Lia is straightforward, she's saying I'm old, and indeed I am, sixty-one this year. Time spares no one, alas!"

Keen wanted to keep smoothing things over, worried about offending a math legend before even entering the field.