Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 244

Yates stood there, slack-jawed, staring at Floyd, his mind racing back to the phone call he'd just had with his grandpa...

It hit him hard, realizing that ever since he was little, Grandpa had always been against him being in the limelight. The Griffin family owned a sprawling empire, yet Grandpa never hinted at passing the torch to him.

Grandpa never pressured him to hit the books or to compete in various contests; he was all about letting Yates live a carefree life. When Yates wanted to join an eSports team, Grandpa was strictly against it…

And that time a talent scout spotted him and offered him a shot at showbiz, Grandpa shooed them away too.

Greenmeadow was rife with tales of his brash antics, yet the internet was devoid of his photos.

Grandpa's mantra was simple: "Just be happy."

Yates always thought Grandpa spoiled him rotten because, after his parents died in a tragic accident, Grandpa saw him as his last kin, cherishing his happiness and life above all else.

But then there was Floyd…

In that moment, Yates realized, five years ago, when they topped the national server in a game without real-name registration, becoming the notorious duo, he had dreamt of diving into eSports, craving fame.

Floyd had been on board, thrilled even.

They started a team together, but just as they were about to embark on their journey, Floyd suddenly said Yates was too young and cut him out.

Floyd, exploiting his trust and dependency, had pushed him away, fueling a hatred that festered for five long years!

So, that was it!

Yates's eyes widened in shock and disbelief as he murmured to Floyd, "Why?"

Why would showing his face mean death?

Floyd grimaced, a bitter smile on his face. "The reason, the real reason I never told you the truth."

Telling him not to show his face in public for fear of death was simple, but what next? Why? That reason was the real pitfall, derailing his life's trajectory!

At least!

Floyd couldn't dictate Yates's life.

Tears welled up in Yates's eyes.

Back in Greenmeadow, he was the kingpin, the head of Flame Union, shielding his crew. But now, he realized he was the one being protected all along!

Rubbing his head, he turned and punched the wall before facing Floyd, "Bro, tell me why? I'm 18 now!"

Floyd just looked at him.

Five years ago, Yates was just a kid.

At thirteen, he was a reckless teenager. Now, he had grown, nearly towering over Floyd.

Floyd dropped his gaze, then suddenly changed the topic, "You wanna compete?"

Yates, taken aback, nodded, "Of course."

With everything out in the open, Floyd saw no point in hiding anymore. "Alright, but you have to wear a mask and a cap, no showing your face."

Yates, eyes still red, nodded in agreement.

After a pause, Floyd patted his shoulder, "Go for it."

Yates, with determination in his voice, insisted, "After the fourth championship trophy, you tell me the reason."

Floyd paused.

Yates smiled, "Bro, you know me."

Knowing Yates wouldn't settle for half-truths, Floyd had kept silent for five years.

But now, the truth was out.