Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 32

The room fell into a moment of silence before Yuna shattered the quiet atmosphere, her tone laced with utter disbelief. “What?”

The Presidential Suite? The stuff of fiction, something Yuna had only ever read about in s, was Cordelia really going to stay there?

Yuna turned to look at her schoolmate. Cordelia stood serene and unassuming in her plain uniform, betraying no hint of wealth or privilege. Yet, her striking beauty and commanding presence suggested she was no ordinary teenager. Could this be what real affluence looked like?

Swallowing hard, Yuna quickly adjusted her earlier standoffish attitude, her smile now awkward and strained. “Oh, Cordelia, I totally got the wrong end of the stick earlier!”

She scampered over, her smile now all ingratiating charm. “Mr. Latham and Zack wanted us to stick together, you know? To keep you safe at night, in case you got scared or something. So, um, do you wantto cwith?

The idea of crashing in the Presidential Suite with Cordelia had Yuna’s mind spinning with the social currency she’d gain at school! But would Cordelia agree…?

Just as she pondered this, Cordelia furrowed her brow in confusion.

She hadn’t requested an upgrade to the Presidential Suite. What was going on?

Her phone chimed.

Boss Wallace explained, “I got a sweet deal at the hotel you’re staying at and upgraded you to the Presidential Suite!

Cordelia was indifferent to where she stayed, but she wouldn’t turn down a more luxurious option, especially with a hefty amount in her bank account. She texted back, ‘How much? I’ll pay you back when I return.”

The reply cswiftly, ‘$8.8.

Was this ssort of group discount deal?

Pondering over this, she set her phone aside. At the sight of Yuna’s eagerness, Cordelia paused before. speaking, “Pack your stuff.”

Yuna was over the moon, hardly believing her luck. She hurriedly gathered her barely touched luggage, then stood expectantly before Cordelia, backpack in hand. “All set!”

Cordelia, dragging her suitcase with leisurely grace, was just about to exit when a hotel staff member took over, “Ms. Delaney, allowto assist with your luggage.”

Cordelia nodded in thanks

She may not have been accustomed to such high–end accommodations, but she felt perfectly at ease. As they approached the exclusive elevator that serviced the Presidential Suite, Yuna practically sprinted inside.

But in that moment, Cordelia’s slender and fair hand grasped Yuna’s arm. Yuna turned, only to hear Cordelia say slowly, “Your elevator is over there.”

Yuna was dumbfounded. “But the Presidential Suite is accessed through this elevator.”

Cordelia glanced at the elevator with detached eyes. “Oh, but the apartments for Greenmeadow High School. are serviced by a different lift.”

Yuna was stunned, disbelief etching her features.

Cordelia then turned to another staff member, saying, “Would you mind taking her to Greenmeadow High School’s side? Please arrange another room for her.”

With those words, Cordelia stepped into the elevator.

Greenmeadow High School was a prestigious institution, but its student body mainly cfrom modest backgrounds unlike the affluent children from the Greenmeadow International School,

Their accommodations were in a separate building, far more affordable.

Cordelia’s room had been arranged by Latham, paid for by Greenmeadow International School’s funds. Yuna wouldn’t have had the chance to stay there if not for Cordelia’s company. Now, she was being

unceremoniously relegated back to her original status.

Yuna stood there, shocked. It was only as the elevator doors were closing that she sprang to action, shouting, “Cordelia, are you playing me?!”

A staff member blocked her advance, “Please don’t disturb our esteemed guest. If you refuse to cooperate, I’ll have no choice but to contact your teachers.”

Seething with frustration, Yuna kicked the wall beside her. “So what if it’s the Presidential Suite! Who do you think you are? How much? I want an upgrade tool”

Before departing, she had extracted three thousand from her parents. Even if it was just to save face, she’d splurge on one night!

That was when she heard the staff member chuckle, “The Presidential Suite has several tiers. Ms. Delaney’s suite is the top–tier, costing $10,000 for one night.”

Yuna was dumbfounded.

The Presidential Suite was perched at the pinnacle of the hotel, boasting breathtaking views and an expansive layout of over three thousand square feet.

Beyond the living room, lounge, and bedroom, there was a private study. The lady’s personal care items were all from high–end brands and luxury permeated every detail.

Cordelia glanced around, mildly impressed, but mostly indifferent. She headed straight for the study, resumed reviewing her papers.

When the concierge inquired politely, “Ms. Delaney, we can arrange for your evening meal to be delivered to your suite. Please feel free to enjoy the minibar. When would you like to dine?”

Cordelia, who didn’t want to waste tgoing out, was pleasantly surprised by the offer.

Once the staff member left and serenity returned to the suite, Cordelia picked up her phone, texting Little Fang, ‘The room is great, thanks.’

At Midnight Scent, Calvert sat on a tiny stool, gazing lovingly at his phone perched on the counter. It was a hot new release he’d managed to snag after much effort, and the idea of parting with it was like a dagger to his heart.

Now, with Everard not messaging Cordelia, Calvert thought–maybe he could play with it for a bit. What harm could there be?

He reached out stealthily for the phone, only for it to buzz at his

s touch.

Everard’s pale fingers snatched the phone away before he could grasp it.

Calvert watched as his boss skimmed the message, his icy gaze then sliding over to him.

Calvert, feeling the chill of Everard’s look, realized he couldn’t keep taking the blfor misunderstandings. Otherwise, Calvert would freeze to death under that frosty stare.

Glancing at the phone’s screen, Calvert ventured, “Boss, I’ve been thinking. Cordelia didn’t add you because you never said who you were.”

Everard tapped a rhythmic beat on the tabletop. “And?”

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Calvert laughed, “Watch this!”

He grabbed his phone and shot off a quick message.

Boss Wallace said, ‘Actually, the room was booked by my boss for you, haha~ Why don’t you add him as a friend? His nis E‘

“Hey boss, just sent a friend request,” he told Everard casually, who nodded and proceeded to add the new

contact.

Leaning back in his chair, Everard seemed relaxed, while Calvert was on the edge of his seat, eyes glued to his phone screen, eagerly awaiting the outcome.

About a minute later, a vibration broke the silence.

Calvert reached for his phone, but somehow, Everard, who’d moved slower, got to his first. He took his tchecking the screen, only to find no notifications.

They paused for three seconds before realizing the vibrating sound had cfrom Calvert’s phone.

Bewildered, Calvert looked down to find a reply from Cordelia.

Learn Lover replied, “Oh, no need for that, I’ve got his number.”

Reading the message, Calvert stiffened, lifting his gaze….