Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 276

Everyone in the room froze, their eyes locked on him in sheer disbelief.

Dagmar's pupils shrank, and his face turned as pale as a sheet.

Everard, while speaking, took a step forward, approaching the two Italians, and began to engage in a simple conversation: "I'm so sorry my girlfriend blocked your way; it's because there's been a change in plans."

Steve blinked, then responded, "What kind of change?"

Everard smiled, one hand in his pocket, the other casually adjusting his tie. Standing taller than the two Italians, his voice carried a certain magnetic depth, an unspoken aristocratic charm: "Is it the shipping costs that you're objecting to?"

Steve paused, then nodded. "Of course, the shipping costs are a significant expense for us."

Everard smiled. "What if Mr. Delaney were to cover the shipping costs, would you agree then?"

Steve nodded again. "Yes, we would!"

After securing Steve and his companion, Everard turned to Sanderson and slowly began, "Uncle, Steve mentioned that the deal fell through because you weren't willing to cover the shipping costs, which are a significant expense for them."

At this, Sanderson was stunned. "But I said that the Delaney Group would cover the shipping costs!"

Everard glanced at Dagmar before finally turning to Cordelia, his expression seeking approval. He didn't speak but stood by Cordelia's side, clearly supporting her account.

Sanderson, quickly catching on to Everard's implication, was baffled. He abruptly turned to Dagmar: "You..."

Dagmar, realizing her situation, quickly interjected: "No, Mr. Delaney, my translation was absolutely accurate. I did say our company would cover the shipping costs!"

Right after her words, a recording was played, first by one phone and then another.

The group turned to see Cordelia and Everard holding their phones, playing back the negotiation's recording.

Both were stunned, with Everard quickly pausing his recording, leaving only Cordelia's phone playing.

They exchanged glances, Everard asking in a low voice, "You recorded it too?"

Cordelia, pride flickering in her eyes, replied with a slight smirk, "Of course."

Seeing her slightly smug expression, revealing a childlike side, Everard chuckled softly.

Cordelia, mimicking him, said, "So, you speak Italian."

Everard: "Of course, love isn't the only thing I'm good at."

Cordelia: "..."

Is there no way around this?!

But on reflection, Everard was indeed remarkable - gaming, solving math problems, and speaking Italian.

While she pondered, the recording finished playing.

Cordelia put away her phone, her expression indifferent as she turned to Dagmar: "If you still insist I've wronged you, we could always get another Italian speaker to translate, couldn't we?"

But what was there to translate?