Love or Die: CEO’ s Daily Dose of Swoon (Cordelia) novel Chapter 11

Everard who was usually indifferent was shocked, but he calmed down instantly. He cracked a smile and took the two hundred bucks, saying, "The coffee beans are in the warehouse. Swing by after school to pick it up."

"Will do." Cordelia was brisk, turning on her heel and heading out. Catching sight of Little Fang's complicated expression, she let out a quiet sigh.

Little Fang must think his boss was a real Scrooge, huh? But it didn't matter.

Sanderson had given her a bank card loaded with a cool hundred grand. She was rolling in it!

As long as it was within reason, she didn't mind giving Everard a leg up. Everything was possible. If he was happy, maybe she could shake off a curse about her being blinded by love a bit sooner.

Once Cordelia had left, Calvert grimaced and asked, "Where's the St. Helena Coffee in the warehouse?"

All they had was that pile of condoms from the shelf display!

Everard shot him a look. "Call Hackett Griffin. You go fetch it."

Calvert replied, "…Right."

After speaking, he couldn't help but mutter, "Sir, Mr. Griffin's a good man in his sixties. Can't you just call him Mr. Griffin? 'Hackett Griffin' sounds…" His sentence took a sharp turn under Everard's gaze, "That…is away from your well-education!"

Everard ignored him and settled back behind the counter, picking up a book to read.

Cordelia walked into the school gates just as an Audi pulled up.

Hanley watched her fleeting figure, momentarily stunned, not getting out of the car.

Belinda, who had driven their son to school, was oblivious to his distraction and launched into a rant, "Only second place this time? What happened?"

Hanley kept a straight face, silent.

Belinda griped, "You didn't slack off all summer. There's no way you did poorly. Was it the Delaney family messing with you on test day? Thank goodness we switched our marital pledge, or you'd be dragged down to their level, marrying a nincompoop like that!"

Suppressing a surge of rebellion, Hanley pushed the car door open, "I'm off to school!"

"Okay," Belinda said, continuing to probe, "Who got first place this time? Juliana? You two are practically engaged. It's okay if she beats you once in a while."

Hanley had already stepped out of the car, but her words made him pause and turn, compelled to respond for some reason, "It was Cordelia."

"No doubt it was Juliana… wait, what?" Belinda was stunned.

Hanley looked away, puzzled by his sudden defiance. He was fed up with Belinda's nagging. Why hadn't she consulted him before calling off the engagement with the Delaney family?

The first class was with Latham, the teacher in charge of the class who liked to harp on discipline.

He called out, "Merry, didn't I tell you to dye your hair back yesterday?"

Cordelia's deskmate slumped on the desk, indifferent as a pig in the sun, "Sir, dying hair costs money. My folks took my bank card. How about you get it back for me first?"

Latham, red-faced with frustration, sighed, "Come to my office during the break, you and Cordelia."

Cordelia, hearing her name, looked up in confusion. Why did he summon her?