Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 55

Frankie didn't hold this little girl in contempt.

After all, she was just a high school student. It would be normal for her to struggle with the problem. But deep down, he harbored a glimmer of hope.

He was getting on in years, and his progress in the realm of mathematics had plateaued. He was eager to nurture more new talents.

As the leading math wizard in this country, Frankie had once encountered a prodigy in the field, someone he thought could shine in the world of mathematics. Unfortunately, that individual shrouded in mystery and burdened with heavy responsibilities couldn't drop everything to pursue math.

Frankie had reluctantly let go, or rather, he didn't dare disturb him. He had thought that after so many years, he might have found another.

After all, anyone who made it into that group chat was extraordinary.

He chuckled at himself, thinking perhaps he was the one who was delusional.

That little girl hadn't claimed to be good at math. It was Frankie’s desire to take on a student that had led him to test her with a mathematical problem. If her piano skills were as impressive as they said, how could she also be a math whiz?

As the academic conference drew to a close, Frankie was about to leave when a professor from the math department at Top Crest Academy approached him. "Did you hear about the winner of this year's Galaxy Math Whiz Competition?" the professor asked.

Superiority College and Top Crest Academy were the two top institutions in the country, both located in Ontoky City. They were both competitors and collaborators.

Frankie shook his head, replying, "Isn't there always a first place?"

The man couldn't wait to share the news. "She scored a perfect score at the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition!"

To Frankie, competitions like the Galaxy Math Whiz were trivial, and he never took them seriously. "That doesn't prove anything. The real test is the National League."

At Greenmeadow.

By mid-September, the air had turned brisk. One could feel the chill in the morning and evening, prompting Cordelia to don her school jacket over her uniform.

With her white cap perched atop her head and a hefty backpack slung over her shoulders, she stepped off the bus in front of Midnight Scent.

Autumn was approaching, and the leaves along the roadside were beginning to turn yellow. At this hour, vendors were hawking breakfast on either side of the street.

Cordelia was a head-turner. Wherever she went, she drew attention. She tugged at her cap, ignoring the gazes around her, and made her way into Midnight Scent.

Immediately upon entering, she felt something was off.

The usually empty shop was now occupied by a motley crew of seven or eight men with buzz cuts and an assortment of attire. They all turned to look at her as she entered.

The leader, a man with a scar slashing across his face, fierce and foreboding, paused when he saw Cordelia and tried to muster a conciliatory smile.

Cordelia was momentarily confused.

These seemed to be the local toughs who demanded protection money. Was the leader's grimace a warning for her to stay out of it?

Her gaze instinctively drifted to the counter.

Everard, the usual picture of lethargic elegance, sat in the dim light, a book in hand. Despite merely being the proprietor of a small shop, he carried an air of nobility that outshone the wealthy gentry.

But at that moment, his chiseled face was set in a frown, his jaw clenched, his deep eyes clouded with displeasure. Clearly, he was not pleased.

No one would be happy about being extorted for protection money.

Under the watchful eyes of the men, Cordelia sidled over to a shelf as if to browse, signaling that she was just a customer.

She didn't really notice what was on the shelves and her attention was on Everard.

At that moment, a thought sprang to mind.