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

Chapter 208

Cordelia was usually the epitome of calm and indifference, rarely engaging in conflict. But when her comfort was at stake, she wouldn't hesitate to stand her ground. With a measured tone, she remarked, "Lucille, if Queenie can speak out in class without consequences, shouldn't she be sent to stand as well?"

Queenie immediately snapped back, "I wasn't just talking; I was reporting something important!"

Cordelia, maintaining her calm demeanor, continued slowly, "Oh, but back in grade school, we were taught to raise our hands if we wanted to speak during class."

Both Queenie and Lucille were taken aback.

Cordelia then turned to Lucille, "You wouldn't play favorites, would you?"

After making her point, she gathered her papers and pen and walked to the back row, standing next to Daisy. With her back to the teacher, Daisy stuck out her tongue at Cordelia and gave her a thumbs up.

Cordelia, with her head now bowed, began to work on her exam, seemingly oblivious to the fact that her words had put Lucille and Queenie in a difficult position.

Lucille's policy was clear: talking during class, regardless of the reason, was not tolerated.

And now, with Queenie having spoken out, fairness dictated she join the others in punishment.Content © NôvelDrama.Org.

With Cordelia and Daisy already standing in the back, Lucille couldn't very well retract his order. He stood at the podium, his face shifting between shades of frustration.

In front of hundreds of students, he dared not show favoritism. Reluctantly, he instructed, "You, too, go stand."

Queenie was speechless.

Seeing her uncle's stern expression, she closed her mouth and, with a mix of resignation and defiance, took her exam to the back row.

Lucille announced, "This exam counts towards your final grade. Make the most of this opportunity."

The Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp, a joint venture between Superiority College and Top Crest Academy, was no ordinary program. Performance here could lead to preferential admission policies, making every exam crucial.

This was the source of tension for Daisy and her friends since yesterday.

Standing during the exam would surely impact their performance.

The exams were grueling three-hour marathons, designed to challenge both the mind and body. Standing would make it even harder to concentrate. Lucille wasn't too worried about Queenie, who was physically fit. But Cordelia, looking frail, was another story. He was determined to see her falter on this first exam, hoping to curb what he perceived as her arrogance.

Just then, Keen rose, "Sir, I find sitting too comfortable. I'd like to stand for the exam as well."

Lucille was taken aback.

Keen, a top contender in the National Math League, was well-liked for his humility. He was a key focus for the camp, with hopes pinned on him to bring home international glory.

With such a request, Lucille could only agree, "Alright."

Keen moved to stand near Cordelia, placing his exam against the wall.

Cordelia, slightly puzzled, glanced at him. Recognizing the familiar face, she remembered him as the one who had waited for her during a previous test.

Was the exam really that tiring? And it was still morning...

Her thoughts were interrupted by another voice, "Sir, I'd like to stand for the exam too."

Turning, she saw Hanley Foster rise.

Cordelia almost forgot Hanley, a top scholar from Greenmeadow, was also in the bootcamp. But why would he make such a request?

Lucille, frustrated, demanded, "Why? They're standing as a penalty. Sit down and focus on your exam. If you don't want to sit, you don't have to take

it."

Hanley fell silent.

Lucille glared at Cordelia, blaming her for this disruption. If not for her, why would Keen choose to stand?

As the exam commenced, the room fell into a focused silence, filled only with the sound of pencils scratching on paper.

An hour in, Daisy struggled to maintain her stance, her concentration waning as she shifted weight from one leg to another.

As Lucille approached their row,

Cordelia spoke up, "Lucille, I think Queenie and Daisy are having a hard time Perhaps, let them return to their seats for the exam."

She knew Daisy's minor infraction was a result of her own actions. With so much at stake, Cordelia didn't want her to regret it.

Lucille had just agreed to let Queenie tag along, which was a clear sign she was bending a bit. With a sigh, she said, "Alright, you two head back!"

Daisy looked towards Cordelia with a wave of gratitude. She was at her limit, dragging her worn-out legs back to her seat and flopping down with a sigh of relief.

Lucille then turned to Keen, "You should head back too."

Keen, ever persistent, suggested, "Why not let Cordelia come back with us?"

Lucille snapped, "What do you think this is, a flea market? You can't haggle here! Take it or leave it!"

Lucille wasn't the sole proctor; Waldron was there too, overseeing the hundreds of students. It was a job too big for Lucille alone.

At one point, standing by the

classroom door, Waldron ventured,

"Lucille, don't you think it's enough?

Threa

hours is quite long. Let's allow

them to come back for the test."

Lucille shook her head firmly, "No, the kids these days are too full of themselves. They need to be taught a lesson!"

Just then, the rest of the teachers started heading towards the door, leaving Lucille puzzled. "Where are you all going?"

"Professor Frankie Thomas is here.

We're going to greet him," they

explained as they walked out, adding with a hint of confusion, "For a math competition of this magnitude,

what's brought such a big here?"

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