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

Victory and defeat can hinge on a split second. Her ultimate move didn’t execute, and Karl, the seasoned pro, seized the moment to land a killing blow on her low-health character.

Cordelia blinked, a bit... embarrassed. This was supposed to be her moment of glory, and yet…

It dawned on Floyd that the keyboard, which seemed outdated and barely responsive to Cordelia’s lightning-fast inputs, was likely at fault.

Karl, after securing the kill, stretched his wrists and gave Cordelia a smug 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 direction?”

Cordelia: “…”

Would anyone believe her if she said her keyboard lagged?

The others, not having paid close 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 team resist her more. The only solution was—

“One more game.”

Without further explanation, Cordelia turned to Floyd, “Got another keyboard?”

There were 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 is it?”