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

Chapter 211

At the office door, Lucille led them to the entrance, gesturing for the two to enter.

Only now did Keen snap back to reality, furrowing his brow as he asked, "Mr. Thomas? The mathematician I've heard so much about?!"

Lucille's expression carried a hint of impatience, "Yes, so keep your mouths shut, got it?"

Keen nodded, then turned to Cordelia, trying to ease her nerves, "Don't sweat it!"

Cordelia: ??

Keen tried to reassure her, "Even though this big shot is indeed impressive, he's only human. Don't be scared! We're still young. You've already proven Batra's Conjecture. Who's to say we won't achieve as much, if not more, in the future?"

Cordelia: ...Did she look scared?

But then she thought about it; Frankie must be the Mathster from the Pioneers Group. The thought of meeting someone from the group again was comforting.

Her eyes, misty at first, seemed to clear and brighten as she stepped forward and pushed open the door.

Keen, about to offer more words of encouragement, was left speechless and hurried after Cordelia into the office.

The office seemed empty; everyone appeared to have stepped out. Frankie had used the excuse of wanting a private chat to send them away. Frankie was a tall, skinny old man with an energetic vibe. His eyes sparkled despite the wrinkles on his skin and his graying hair. He was dressed in a neatly pressed suit, his warm smile making him instantly likable.

"You've arrived?" he said.

Cordelia slowly spoke up, "You're the Mathster?"

Keen inhaled sharply. How could Cordelia address such a respected figure so informally? Mathster, who dares to call him that?

He looked at Cordelia with a helpless gaze, then stepped forward, apologizing with a smile, "Mr. Thomas, sorry, Cordelia... she's quite direct. She didn't mean-"

Before he could finish, Frankie chuckled, "Yes, I am the Mathster."

Keen: ??Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

Seeing Frankie wasn't offended by Cordelia's blunt manner, Keen was taken aback.

He turned to Cordelia again.

Cordelia continued, "You're older than I imagined."

Frankie: "..."

Keen: "..."

You've seen blunt, but this is next-level blunt.

Cordelia appeared to lack some emotional intelligence, but how could one be this direct?

He quickly tried to cover for her, "Mr. Thomas, she didn't mean you're old in years, but that you're rich in experience, a veteran in the field of mathematics!"

Frankie laughed heartily, "Lia is straightforward, she's saying I'm old, and indeed I am, sixty-one this year. Time spares no one, alas!" Keen wanted to keep smoothing things over, worried about offending a math legend before even entering the field.

But before he could say more, he caught Frankie's endearing use of "Lia..."

He glanced between Cordelia and Frankie, "You know each other?"

Frankie smiled, "She's a young friend of mine."

Cordelia nodded, "We've known each other in spirit for a long time."

Their acquaintance had started online, and after Cordelia's work on Batra's Conjecture, Frankie had shared some valuable math resources with her. They'd recently been collaborating on a project in discrete mathematics, with Frankie sending her various professional materials for study.

The more Frankie learned about Cordelia, the more astounded he was by her talent. It seemed a waste not to have her in scientific research.

He'd even considered offering her a place in university early, bypassing the usual routes, if not for Mr. Watkins warning him not to rush her development.

Frankie sighed internally, then checked in on Cordelia, "How are you finding it here? Any issues?"

Keen expected Cordelia to complain about Lucille's treatment, but she remained calm, "It's fine."

Frankie's visit was brief, and after a short chat about math, he stood up to leave, "I must go now. Lia, if you run into any trouble in Ontoky City, remember you can always reach out to me."

Cordelia nodded once more.

Outside, Lucille was nervously pacing, while Waldron reprimanded her, warning of the consequences if Cordelia and Keen complained to Mr. Thomas.

Lucille defiantly retorted, "What's there to fear? Can't students be disciplined anymore?"

But she couldn't help glancing towards the office.

When the trio emerged to see Frankie looking untroubled, Lucille breathed a sigh of relief, "Mr. Thomas, take care."

Frankie nodded in response.

When Cordelia and Keen walked

back into the classroom, it was just about lunchtime. Cordelia tidied up her things, ready to grab a bite, when suddenly her phone buzzed with an incoming call.

Barely concealing her surprise, she saw a familiar number on the screen: Everard was calling.

Just as she was about to answer, a voice thundered through the room, "Cordelia! You know phones are banned at school, right? How Could you even think of answering a call during school hours?!" Content

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Cordelia, with her eyes wide in bewilderment, turned towards the entrance to find Lucille glaring daggers at her.

Casting a glance at a classmate who was sneakily texting under the desk, then back at Lucille, Cordelia realized something.

She wasn't sure before, but now it was crystal clear: Lucille was out to get her.

Cordelia's gaze dropped, and before she knew it, Lucille was in her face, demanding, "Hand it over! No phones allowed during school. I'm confiscating this!"

Hesitating for a moment, Cordelia couldn't help but size Lucille up, her indifferent gaze laced with a hint of disdain.

But in the end, she handed over the phone.

After all, Cordelia was a stickler for the rules. The school had a strict no-phone policy, and it was common for students to sneak them in anyway.

If a teacher caught you, you were supposed to give it up.

Once the phone was securely in Lucille's grasp, Cordelia missed the message that lit up her screen from that familiar number: "I'm waiting for you outside with some lunch. -Your Everard."