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

Chapter 218

Mr. Jensen hesitated for a moment upon hearing the words.

Just then, Mr. Waldron walked in, his smile breaking the tension. "Hey, students will be students, right? All around the teenage years, full of rebellion. We're the teachers; should we really be sweating the small stuff? Lucille, I saw Cordelia earlier, and it looked like she realized her mistake. Let's just let this one slide, huh?"

Lucille's face darkened instantly.Belonging to NôvelDrama.Org.

The head of the department spoke up, "Waldron, good timing. What's your take on this Cordelia matter?"

Without hesitation, Waldron said, "Just a young girl, petite and pretty, a brilliant student on top of that. I've heard her family is quite well-off, not far off from the Keens really. A bit of pride comes with the territory."

The mention of not being far off from the Keens was a clear hint to Lucille not to overdo it, signaling that Cordelia wasn't without her own resources.

Lucille frowned at that.

The head chuckled, "Sounds like you have a pretty good impression of her!"

Waldron laughed, "Well, the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp hasn't seen a gold medal in years, right? I was kinda hoping she and Keen would be our ticket this year. You should've seen her at the National League, her scores were off the charts! Plus, she went and proved Batra's Conjecture - shows she's got a broad knowledge in mathematics."

The head started to waver.

Just as he was about to speak, Lucille snorted coldly, "So, we're supposed to pamper someone like that, even if they disrespect a teacher? We're here to teach them how to be decent humans, not just academics. If she can't even respect her teachers, what hope does she have of doing us proud one day?"

The head frowned.

Everyone in the room was a teacher; they understood Mr. Sullivan's duty wasn't just about imparting knowledge. Over the years, countless students had come through Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp, and not one had dared to backtalk a teacher like this.

Lucille wasn't just any teacher; being part of the team meant she had her merits.

The head's tone hardened, "Lucille, don't worry, we'll handle this seriously. I'll report this to the higher-ups right away. You're right, we can't just look at grades; character is just as important!"

After saying this, he added, "I'll go and check with some students myself. As for Superiority College, you can rest easy. Professor Frankie was at the school today; he's quite concerned. I'll make sure he hears about this."

"Good."

Lucille finally seemed satisfied.

Queenie and a few others were called away, and when they returned to the classroom, the atmosphere had shifted. It was clear they had been questioned about the incident.

The classroom was abuzz with whispers, and when Queenie's desk mate asked what had happened, she chuckled, "Oh, just the head stepping in to deal with someone who cursed at a teacher."

Her voice carried, confirming the suspicions that Cordelia was the target.

A gasp went through the crowd, "What's going to happen to her?”

Given they were only at Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp for training, not as full-time students, severe punishment seemed unlikely. But then Queenie added, "The committee might just revoke someone's competition spot and kick them out of the bootcamp. And you know, this kind of thing could reach Superiority College. Heard the head's planning to talk to them. If they think there's a character issue, who knows, might even affect her scholarship. And they'll probably communicate with her high school too, might even go on her permanent record!"

Everyone inhaled sharply, murmurs of "That serious?" bouncing around.

Queenie nodded, "Yep. So if you don't want to get dragged into this, best keep your distance from certain individuals."

Her words silenced those who had initially sympathized with Cordelia, now overwhelmed with worry about their own standing.

Queenie, satisfied with the shift in mood, glanced at Keen, "Genius, better stay away from Cordelia, huh? Don't get caught up in her mess."

Keen raised an eyebrow but didn't respond, his attention on Cordelia who was diligently focusing on her problems, seemingly oblivious to the commotion. He just smirked and went back to his work.

Queenie's attempt to engage Keen fell flat, but she didn't mind and settled down.

The situation had everyone on edge.

Those who had stood up for Cordelia were now anxious, fearing for their own futures.

Daisy whispered to Cordelia, "What are you going to do?"

Cordelia looked up, her expression calm, "Just keep studying. It'll be fine."

Reassured, Daisy relaxed.

As whispers filled the classroom, Cordelia finished her assignments and an extra set of problems.

Soon, it was time for dinner, and the classroom emptied.

Cordelia turned to Everard, "Aren't you leaving?"

Everard smiled, "What's the rush? I'll stay for a bit longer, keep you company."

“Oh," Cordelia said, then stood, "Let's grab some dinner then."

Everard trailed behind as Cordelia used her meal card to get them both dinner. Returning to the crowded cafeteria, they found most avoiding Cordelia, leaving them to sit alone amidst the sea of wary faces.

Just then, Daisy waved them over, "Over here!"

Cordelia led Everard toward her, and as they sat down opposite each other, Everard casually passed a rib from his plate to her, "Try this, the ribs are quite good."

Without hesitation, Cordelia started eating, nodding in agreement, "Yeah, they are."

Daisy, sitting next to them, looked puzzled. She glanced down at the chicken wing in her hand, suddenly finding it less appetizing.

Silently, Daisy watched as Cordelia finished her meal, even going for another bowl of soup, showing no signs of being upset by the afternoon's events.

Eventually, she asked, "Aren't you worried about Lucille at all, Cordelia?"

Cordelia paused, "Oh, right."

She needed to get in touch with the Mathster, but the only way to

contact him was through WhatsApp, and her phone had been

confiscated. Suddenly, she turned to Everard, reaching out her hand, "Can

I use your phone for WhatsApp?"

Luckily, she had a photographic memory and remembered Mathster's WhatsApp number. She quickly added him on Everard's phone, ready to fill him

in on their situation.