Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 3

The next day, a curious crowd of students surrounded the seniors in Class 1 at Greenmeadow International School.

"Is that the new transfer student?"-

"I heard she's the Delaney kid who went missing for eighteen years, and they finally found her in some rural orphanage."

"A country bumpkin, huh? Can she even understand our foreign language teacher's lectures?"

"Can she keep up with our dance classes or the piano lessons? Has she ever even touched a piano?"

In the midst of the scoffs, a differing voice piped up, "But, she's pretty hot."

Everyone's gaze shifted to the back of the classroom, where Cordelia was reading a book.

She sat there quietly, her pale fingers holding a set of practice exams, her hair neatly tied in a ponytail, revealing a perfect forehead. In her black and white uniform, she exuded an air of scholarly poise, her expressionless face focused on the test papers, and her beautiful eyes veiled in a mist.

A few boys nearby couldn't take their eyes off her.

Most students at Greenmeadow International School came from wealthy families, used to seeing all kinds of starlets and beauties, but a beauty like Cordelia was rare.

Seeing the boys attracted, a girl's voice pierced the air sharply, "Juliana, why is your cousin ignoring everyone? Is she that stuck-up?"

Juliana glanced at the handsome boy beside her, her eyes flickering. "Don't say that. My cousin’s just a bit slow on the uptake. She's new and might need everyone's help with her studies."

"Slow on the uptake? So, she's a ditz, huh?"

"No wonder she looks so dull and dim!"

The class president complained, "If she's a ditz, she shouldn't be in our class. There's a baseline test today, and what if she drags down our class average?"

Class 1 was the elite class of the school, where each student carried a sense of pride.

"Why is she even in our class?"

Someone suddenly remarked, "Could it be for Hanley Foster?"

Hearing that, everyone looked at the school heartthrob, Hanley.

It was well-known in their circles that the Delaney and Foster families had an arranged engagement, a typical alliance of wealth. But since the Delaney family’s eldest daughter went missing, the agreement defaulted to Juliana.

Since Cordelia was back, could it be she wanted to reclaim Hanley?

Someone nudged Hanley's shoulder, joking, "Will you get hitched to a ditz?"

Increasingly irritable, Hanley clenched his jaw, his sarcasm barely veiled. "How could I possibly fancy a dim-witted girl like that?"

That person perked up. "So, you're going to call off the engagement?"

"Bang!"

The classroom door swung open as Mr. Latham, the homeroom teacher, strode in, slamming the test papers onto the desk and disrupting the chatter. The man in his forties frowned deeply. "Look how wild you've gotten after the holiday! Enough chit-chat. Let's get something straight. Those who rank in the bottom ten on the baseline test are on cleaning duty for a week! Now clean up your desks. Class president, distribute the papers!"

The class instantly rustled into action.

The class president divided the papers into stacks and passed them back from the first row.

The student in front of Cordelia passed her the papers. "Hey!"

Two seconds later, Cordelia looked up as if she hadn't heard the previous discussion, calmly took the papers, and began answering questions.

Unable to focus on the exam, Hanley glanced back in frustration.

It was a math test, and everyone was scribbling calculations on their scratch paper, but Cordelia just stared straight at the questions, writing an answer every ten seconds with a rhythm to it. In less than ten minutes, she was already on the third page.