Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 212

After handing over her phone to Lucille, Cordelia thought that would be the end of it. She couldn't have been more wrong. Lucille, with a tone sharper than a knife's edge, demanded, "I want a reflective essay from you, no less than three thousand words, on my desk before afternoon classes start. Otherwise, you can forget about attending any of them!"

Daisy gasped, "Lucille, a three-thousand-word essay? Even for a brainiac like her, that's gonna take at least an hour. How's she supposed to grab lunch?"

"Brainiac?" Lucille scoffed at Cordelia, "Is that what you call yourself? Got a bit too big for your boots because you solved Batra's Conjecture, huh?"

With her voice rising, Lucille added, "What are you looking at? If you don't finish, you're not attending classes this afternoon. If you really don't wanna write it, then you might as well leave!"

With that, Lucille stormed out of the classroom.

Cordelia's brows knitted together, and she clenched her fists. For the first time, she felt the urge to retaliate physically against a teacher, but she suppressed it. The head of the orphanage had always stressed the importance of respect and discipline, and Lucille’s grievances, after all, were within the school's regulations.

She couldn't justify attacking a teacher.

Sighing, Cordelia turned to Daisy, "You guys go ahead."

Daisy looked genuinely concerned, "Maybe you should talk to Queenie. She could put in a word with her uncle, get him to lay off you a bit."

Cordelia didn't respond, just sat down and pulled out a blank sheet of paper, looking worried. She had always been a straight-A student, but essays, especially reflective ones, were not her forte.

She casually handed her lunch card to Daisy, "Could you grab something for me?"

Daisy nodded and left with the others.

Cordelia ran her fingers through her hair, staring at the blank paper where she had written "Reflective Essay" and then got stuck.

Math problems, she could solve by the dozen without breaking a sweat, but this?

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Everard, leaning lazily against the school's exterior wall, was scrolling through his phone while holding a custom-prepared lunch in a thermal container. The security guards gave him wary looks but didn't dare to approach, his aura too intimidating.

As the students started heading to the cafeteria, Everard frowned. If Cordelia was among them, she'd miss the nutritious lunch he brought.

Stepping forward, he was immediately met with a guard brandishing a taser, asking, "What do you want?"

Everard, slightly amused yet annoyed, flashed a badge. The guard's eyes widened in fear and respect, quickly stepping aside to let him through.