Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 287

Bill sported a grin that could only be described as cheeky, but deep down, he heaved a sigh. It seemed that even the big boss wasn't immune to the age-old adage: every hero has his weakness, in this case, a lady's influence. The man who never once bothered with the intricacies of the Fortuna Group's operations, who steadfastly refused to let outsiders meddle in business affairs, was now, for the first time, breaking tradition by agreeing to sell their premium coffee beans to the Lewis family—all because his sister-in-law had uttered just a few words.

Was this really about lending a helping hand to the Delaney family under the guise of another motive?

Solving this issue would significantly aid their progress in mathematical modeling. However, since the boss had already handed over the cash to his sister-in-law, Bill was certain the problem would be cracked open!

With that thought, he glanced at the documents in his hands, finding them densely packed with text.

Bill didn't have a clue about these things, but it seemed official enough. His sister-in-law was quite the professional, wasn't she? Mulling over this, his gaze shifted to Everard. "Boss, what's the answer?"

Everard, still engrossed in his Bible, responded without looking up. "The answer's in your hands."

Bill was puzzled.

He scrutinized the papers once more, barely stifling a laugh. "Come on, boss. You're pulling my leg. How could this possibly be the answer?"

Everard merely glanced at him, remaining silent.

Bill protested, "Boss, that's not fair. You can't just take the money and not contribute! A problem that has stumped university professors, solved by a high school student? You're kidding!"

Everard continued his silence.

Bill resigned himself to taking action. "Alright, then. I'll snap a photo and send it to the mathematicians back at the office. But let's get one thing straight, boss—if it's wrong, you owe me the right answer."

Everard remained unresponsive.

After sending off the photos, Bill turned back to Everard, trying to wheedle him. "Boss, when you left, you promised to come back and take over the business when you had the time. You're pretty free now, so why not help me out for a few days?"

Everard simply stated, "I'm busy."

Bill, incredulous, pressed on. "Busy with what? You've got plenty of time on your hands!"

Hearing this, Everard's expression grew stern. He furrowed his brows, replying slowly, "My vacation's almost over."

That single statement shut Bill up. While he wished for the boss to manage the group, the tasks awaiting Mr. Watkins were far too trivial compared to what he was truly capable of.

Noticing Everard deep in thought, Bill asked solemnly, "Boss, what's on your mind?"

He knew a man of Everard's caliber only pondered significant matters.

To his surprise, Everard sighed. "I'm considering how to take the kids with me. Or perhaps, should I work from Greenmeadow?"

Bill was baffled.

The kids were destined for Ontoky City in half a year.

But the thought of not seeing them for six months was unbearable. With their carefree nature, would they even remember him?

Everard found himself in a quandary.

Unaware of Everard's turmoil, Cordelia had just arrived at the school gates when she spotted a tall figure lurking nearby, heavily disguised with a cap and mask.

But she recognized him instantly—it was Bland.

Bland?