Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 58

"What's the right call?"

That graduate student was puzzled, stepping forward to take a closer look, and gasped in shock, "Is this...?"

It finally dawned on Frankie that his student was peering at the sensitive documents scattered on his desk. Frankie hastily stood up, tidied the papers, and breathed a sigh of relief as that student tactfully averted his gaze.

Still stunned, that student murmured, "Is that right?"

Frankie nodded.

Suddenly, an idea struck him and he grabbed his smartphone to make a WhatsApp call to Cordelia.

It was well past midnight, and Cordelia seemed to be asleep. The phone rang several times before she answered with a groggy "Hello."

Her voice was husky and indifferent, laced with the haze of sleep.

Frankie spoke urgently, "Did you send these conjecture results to anyone else?"

There was a pause on the other end before replying, "No."

He exhaled in relief, then said solemnly, "Before you publish this, don't show it to anyone else. There are many in the academic world who would hijack others’ hard work."

"Okay, got it," she replied, her tone still remarkably calm.

He cleared his throat and asked, "Did you prove this conjecture all by yourself?"

There was a pause before she answered seriously, "Not really, my granddad proved two-thirds of it. You can tell from the draft I sent you."

Frankie had seen it, but many had tried and failed to prove this conjecture using that method, usually getting stuck at the final step and unable to progress.

So the first two-thirds wasn't the breakthrough. It was the final third that was truly remarkable!

If Cordelia claimed she had proved the conjecture on her own, there would be no issue.

Frankie felt further trust in her character and a growing fondness as if she were his kin. He chuckled, "Which journal are you thinking of publishing in?"

There was a moment of confusion before she replied, "What?"

"You need to draft this into a paper and submit it to a prestigious math journal. Do you know how to write a scholarly article?"

"No," came the simple reply.

Frankie couldn't help but laugh, "I can help you with that. I suggest you submit to Inventiones Mathematicae. Your conjecture will definitely cause a sensation in the international math community!"

But her reaction was still nonchalant, "Okay."

Frankie was speechless. If it were him, he would've been up all night organizing the paper. Yet, her attitude was somewhat indifferent...

He asked again, "Are you free these days?"

"No."

"Busy studying?"

"Not really. I'm prepping for the National Math League." Cordelia hadn't done any serious problem-solving for a week. To show respect for the upcoming competition, she decided to knuckle down and practice for the next three days.

Frankie was speechless and felt as if he'd entered a realm of fantasy.

Is there any need for Cordelia, who just proved Batra's Conjecture, to compete with high school kids?

But at the thought that she was still in high school, Frankie swallowed hard, "You're a senior?"

"Yeah."