SWNOVELS Chapter 109
Chapter 109
Upon hearing that, Everard lifted his eyelids, a hint of impatience flickering in his
eyes.
If it weren't for Cordelia, did they really think he'd bother with these high
schoolers?
He turned on his heel, heading back the way he came. But after a few steps, he
caught Hanley’s words, “You being with her is just going to make her the butt of
jokes. The whole school's buzzing with rumors about you two. Don't you care
about her reputation at all? You're worlds apart, man. She’s just slumming it with
you for
kicks.”
At that, Everard halted, spun around, and said coolly, “But she doesn't even have
the slightest interest in slumming it with you.”
That one sentence turned Hanley's face as red as a ripe tomato, silencing him at
last.
He glared at Everard for a moment before huffing and storming through the
school gates.
Everard strolled down to Midnight Scent, his expression unreadable, a chill and
indomitable aura about him. The sunlight draped over him with indifference,
failing to impart even a trace of warmth.
His strides weren't hurried, but they were efficient. Upon reaching Midnight
Scent, he slipped behind the counter into the shadows and finally relaxed,
leaning back in his chair and picking up a copy of “The Bible.”
Calvert sidled up, holding two invitations.
One was bordered with black and gold, the lettering gilded, the kind reserved for
VIPS. A Griffin family invitation like that was a rare commodity.
“Boss, you going?” Calvert inquired.
Everard shot him a frosty glance and retorted, “What do you think?”
Calvert chuckled nervously, “Of course not. If word got out you were here,
Greenmeadow would go up in flames.”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the door to Midnight Scent was pushed
open and in strutted a youth, his stature tall and rebellious. His fiery red hair
seemed ablaze atop his head.
He had slung his school blazer carelessly over one shoulder, and the lollipop
bulging in his cheek gave his profile a cheeky edge. His piercing eyes fixed on
Everard with a baleful glare.
Everard continued reading, unfazed.
Calvert, eyes wide with curiosity, watched Yates, the notorious grandson of the
Griffin family, appear to be making another donation.
With that thought, he saw Yates saunter over to the counter and hand Everard an
invitation, and it was for the Griffin family’s grand celebration.
Everard raised an eyebrow.
Yates then turned to Calvert, his gaze briefly sweeping over the invitation in
Calvert's hand.
Calvert swiftly pocketed the invite, leaving Yates with only a fleeting glimpse. It
had been too quick to be sure, but it looked suspiciously like the gilded invitation
his family sent out.
Yates shook his head. Hackett had said that the invitation was meant for
someone important, someone unlikely to show. It was just a formality. How could
it possibly be here?
With these thoughts, Yates noticed Calvert's gaze. For some reason, he felt a
twinge of guilt and blustered, “Don't think just because I'm giving you this invite
that I approve of you. I'm doing it so Boss Cordelia doesn't get ridiculed.”
Everard's eyes narrowed slightly, his tone icy, “You're quite concerned about her,
aren't you?”
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Yates got even more flustered. With an even more irritable and impatient tone, he
snapped, “Why the hell are you asking? She's the boss of my Flame Union. Of
course, I'll look out for her. Just you wait, after I beat her, I'll be the boss, and
then I'll make sure she dumps you.”
After taking a step back and giving Everard one last look, he sneered, “And
remember to dress sharp for the event. Don’t embarrass Lia”
With that, he spun on his heels and left.
The hum of Midnight Scent subsided.
Calvert eyed the invitation for a moment, then looked at Everard, who was still
absorbed in his book, showing no sign of concern about the event.
Indeed, why would Everard go to a party?
He reached out to take the invitation, but before he could turn away, Everard
spoke up, “You heard him?”
Calvert, puzzled, waited.
“Dress sharp?” Everard added.
Calvert was baffled. Wasn't Everard just saying he wouldn't go? And now he was
talking about dressing sharp?
As Yates left Midnight Scent behind, he glanced back to see the signboard, which
failed to catch any glint from the sun, appearing as dim as Everard.
Yates felt irked. That pretty boy, with his good looks and his Bible, what did
Cordelia see in him?
With that thought, Yates quickened his steps, heading back to school.
Having been delayed, he was now late. Instead of entering through the main
gate, he skirted to the side and hopped the fence.
He didn’t head for his own classroom but stopped outside Classroom 1. Leaning
against the back wall, he peered in.
Cordelia was in the last row, her gaze fixed attentively on the teacher.
She sat upright, seemingly tireless, pen in hand. While other students would drift
off, Cordelia stayed focused throughout the entire lesson.
As the bell rang and the teacher left, Yates pushed open the door and called out,
“Boss Cordelia.”
Cordelia turned slowly, and upon seeing him, stepped out. She still held her pen,
apparently mulling problem. With a lack of urgency, she asked, “What is it?"
Yates cleared his throat, “Let's have ourselves a little competition. If I win, I'm the
boss.”
“Okay.”
Cordelia gazed at Yates, making him soften his tone involuntarily, “So, to the
field?” he asked.
After a pause, Cordelia replied, “No need.” She slipped the pen into her blazer
pocket and massaged her wrist,
“It's a waste of time.”
With that, she stepped forward.
Thud.”
Once again, Yates found himself sprawled out on the floor, unable to move. But
this time, at least, he had managed to dodge two of Cordelia’s swift moves.
Releasing her grip, Cordelia said, “If you're alright, I'm heading inside.”
Struggling to get back on his feet, Yates muttered, “Yeah sure.”
Another attempt to best Cordelia had ended in failure. He remained the Flame
Union's second boss. Yates
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sighed, resigning himself to the fact
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that if he couldn't get Lia to dump
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that pretty boy Everard, he'd just have
to keep a close eye on him at the
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The two days leading up to the event flew by.
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On the day of Hackett's birthday,
Cordelia left school early to get home
and slip into her custom-made
cocktail dress. Then, the family of
three got into the car and drove off to
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They arrived just as the folks from
the old mansion were pulling up. As
they got out of the car, their butler,
Steward, came over and said,
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Tonight's the night we find out just
who this Calvert fellow really is.
,
Everyone, be on your toes, and let's
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see if we can get an introduction.
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