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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 couldnât deny her boyfriendâs âreasonable requestâ. But she did have one card up her sleeve.
With a languid voice, she offered, âIâll just grab your breakfast then.â
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, âWith you here, Iâm not scared at all.â
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 couldnât 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 âmental health allowanceâ when he got back for being forceâfed this daily dose of romantic display. This was just inhumane
They continued their breakfast in silence.
Cordeliaâs phone buzzed.
She glanced at it and saw a text from Actorman, âLia, I got the bag! Thanks a bunch! How much do I owe you? Send over your bank details and Iâll transfer the cashâ
had shipped off the bag to Bland after acquiring it last week, but it was only now, seeing his message, she remembered she hadnât settled up with Everard
âHow much for the ?â she inquired.
Everard swallowed his mouthful of pancakes and replied, â200
Cordelia texted back the details.
LearnLover replied, âTwo hundred. Bank account is XXX.
Actorman continued, âGot it, . The moneyâs on its wayâ
Cordelia didnât give it another thought and went back to her
After they finished, she pulled out her wallet and laid three hundredâdollar bills on the table, âThe extra hundredâs 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 âWho exactly is this girl?â, a heated discussion was unfolded
Bland sent a message, âLiaâs 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, âLiaâs family must be loaded, not caring about this chump change. I sent her my sheet music. yesterday, and she pinpointed three issues right away.â
Bland continued. âDesigner bags are accessible with Cordelia
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Stanton said. Thatâs also the case for the finest tunes.
Others thought they were loval pursuers of Cordelia
Someone tagged Frankie, asking. âHowâs this girl with math 7
Frankie answered, âStill bet she canât do it. But probably she doesnât even realize theâs cracked Batraâs Conjecture. Iâve lost hope, not everyone who joins us is a jack of all trades like the boss, night
The rest offered comfort. Sheâs just a young girl. Donât set your standards too high
After lunch, Cordelia headed to school.
At the school gates, a black Rolls Royce was parked, and the driver respectfully opened the rear door Yates, sporting a shock of red hair, stepped out in his uniform, eyes glued to his phone
His presence exuded an untamed aura that kept his peers at a safe distance, with no one daring to come. within several meters of him.
A fellow student, not noticing Yates, greeted him only when they were too close to ignore each other. âHey,
Yates
The young man, clearly annoyed, looked up with fiery eyes that nearly buckled the otherâs knees.
Yates was about to move on when someone tapped his shoulder, pushing him to the brink of rage.
âWho the hell is bothering me⦠Yates was about to lash out but turned to see a pair of clear and seemingly misty eyes staring back at him
Cordelia was expressionless, just looking at him.
Yates froze, then reluctantly muttered, âBoss Cordelia.â
Cordelia indifferently replied Yatesâ greet.
The lone wolf that was Yates now meekly followed her into the school, glancing back only to notice how her backpack sagged under its weight, likely heavy, while his backpack was left in the classroom, untouched.
Pondering his next move, he overheard her curious voice, âWhat were you looking at just now?â
Yates instinctively locked his phone and pocketed it, âNothing much.â
After a brief glance at her, he prepared for further questions that might require deflection.
Instead, she simply acknowledged and didnât pursue the conversation further.
Yates at a loss for words.
They parted ways on the third floor, with Yates quickly ascending to the top floor and his classroom.
Class 8 was known for the worst academic performance in the school, and four members of the Flame Union were among them.
Upon his arrival, Flame No. 1 rushed over, âBro Yates â
With a noncommittal grunt, Yates took his seat and checked his phone again. The screen displayed voting. results for the National Math Leagueâs top contender.
Apart from Jake in their province, there were two others with strong reputations in the Galaxy Math Whiz Competition.
Cordelia, however, was not favored, trailing a thousand votes behind the leader.
Yates shared the link to the group chat of Flame Union with the simple command, âVote.â
Unaware of the online buzz, Cordelia had spent her day in the math club, reworking the dampened sections of her Batraâs Conjecture.
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The day flew by, and to her surprise, she finished her work a day earlier than expected, her solution clearer and more elegant than before.
To prevent any further mishaps once she got home, Cordelia took the initiative to number those scribbled pages on the spot. After she snapped pictures of what seemed like a sizable stack of thirty or forty sheets, she was ready to send them off to Mathster.
Meanwhile, in Ontoky City, Frankie was hunched over in lab, squinting at the mathematical models on his computer screen when his phone chimed.
LearnLover asked, âHello?â
Frankie let out a sigh. Is she making up another excuse to delay, huh?
He figured he shouldnât be too hard on her, so he picked up his phone to craft a message, âNo oneâs cracked this Batraâs Conjecture yet. You can stop trying.â
He had just finished typing but hadnât sent it when another message popped up.
LearnLover said, âGive me your email, Iâll send you the solution.â
Frankie widened his eyes in astonishment.
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