Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 56

Cordelia eyed Everard with a mixture of curiosity and caution.

His eyes betrayed no hint of fear, but his face was a shade paler than usual, perhaps from fright.

Whether he was faking it or genuinely scared, she couldn't deny her boyfriend's "reasonable request". But she did have one card up her sleeve.

With a languid voice, she offered, “I’ll just grab your breakfast then.”

That would keep Cordelia at a safer distance from Everard.

As Cordelia turned to leave, Everard rose to his feet and followed closely behind her, his voice steady, “With you here, I’m not scared at all.”

Calvert, who had been sitting silently at the table like a church mouse, was speechless. Back in the day, when their group huddled together, they used to wonder if there was anything Everard couldn’t do. They concluded that Everard might only be helpless at dating.

Now it seemed like the big man could handle even that with flair.

In his first love, Everard was already pulling off moves so suave that surprised Calvert. He resolved to demand a “mental health allowance” when he got back for being force-fed this daily dose of romantic display. This was just inhumane.

They continued their breakfast in silence.

Cordelia's phone buzzed.

She glanced at it and saw a text from Actorman, ‘Lia, I got the bag! Thanks a bunch! How much do I owe you? Send over your bank details and I’ll transfer the cash.’

She had shipped off the bag to Bland after acquiring it last week, but it was only now, seeing his message, that she remembered she hadn’t settled up with Everard.

“How much for the bag?” she inquired.

Everard swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and replied, “200.”

Cordelia texted back the details.

LearnLover replied, ‘Two hundred. Bank account is XXX.’

Actorman continued, ‘Got it, Lia. The money’s on its way.’

Cordelia didn’t give it another thought and went back to her meal.

After they finished, she pulled out her wallet and laid three hundred-dollar bills on the table, “The extra hundred's for breakfast.”

Calvert was at a loss for words.

He silently choked on his pancake as he swallowed the fact that this bag was actually worth 200 thousand.

In their group chat "Who exactly is this girl?", a heated discussion was unfolded.

Bland sent a message, ‘Lia’s amazing, no clue where she gets this bag without markup. She sold it to me at the original price.]

Limited edition bags were collectibles and could be sold for a premium since they were in short supply.

Stanton added, ‘Lia’s family must be loaded, not caring about this chump change. I sent her my sheet music yesterday, and she pinpointed three issues right away.’

Bland continued, ‘Designer bags are accessible with Cordelia.’

Stanton said, ‘That’s also the case for the finest tunes.’

Others thought they were loyal pursuers of Cordelia.

Someone tagged Frankie, asking, ‘How’s this girl with math?’

Frankie answered, ‘Still bet she can't do it. But probably she doesn’t even realize she's cracked Batra's Conjecture. I’ve lost hope, not everyone who joins us is a jack-of-all-trades like the boss, sigh!’

The rest offered comfort, ‘She's just a young girl. Don’t set your standards too high.’