Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 57
Frankie stared at his phone, the words familiar yet strung together in a way that
seemed to mock his understanding.
Lost in thought for too long, his thick framed glasses slid down his nose before
he caught them with a single hand, nudging them back into place with a practiced
push. Squinting, he looked at the screen once more.
Frankie, a znan in his sixties, face etched with lines of time and fingers trembling
slightly, deleted his meticulously typed message to replace it with a less certain
reply, “Are you pulling my leg?”
An eighteen—year—old girl proving Batra’s Conjecture? It seemed about as likely
as a piglet winning at the Kentucky Derby
LearnLover replied, “What?”
LearnLover continued, “What's your email?”
Frankie composed himself and sent his email address. Then, setting down his
phone, he waited in silence.
Patience, he reminded himself.
Over the years, there had been many claims of proving Batra’s Conjecture, only
to fall apart under scrutiny. riddled with errors. Perhaps this girl was just another
wild goose chase.
He took a deep breath. About five minutes later, a reminder from his computer
announced the arrival of an email, his phone lighting up in tandem.
LearnLover said, “I sent it. Did you get it?“
Frankie asked, half in disbelief, “Do you even know what you've proven?”
Perhaps she didn't understand the magnitude of the conjecture in the
mathematics.
LearnLover replied, “Batra’s Conjecture. It was tough, sure. I had it half done
when you first reached out. With this last week, it took me about twenty days
total.
Frankie was dumbfounded.
Did she have any idea how many had spent their lifetimes without cracking it?
With
dwindling hope, Frankie replied, “Alright, I'll take a look.”
After sending the message, he downloaded and printed thirty—some pages of
draft proofs, binding them in order before turning to the first page. Once he
started reading, he couldn't stop.
Cordelia waited a bit longer, noticing Mathster had yet to reply. With ten minutes
left before class ended, she pulled out a set of math Olympiad problems to pass
the time.
Hanley, also in the math club, watched her with a mix of curiosity and concern.
He'd been researching Batra’s Conjecture and realized she'd attempted to prove
it. She must have given up by now, he thought.
When class was dismissed, Hanley approached her with a brotherly tone,
“Batra’s Conjecture isn't kid's stuff. You shouldn't bite off more than you can chew
Better to focus on the National League, huh?”
She glanced at him, indifferent, and quickened her pace to leave.
Hanley thought Cordelia had listened, he explained to her, “You can’t
underestimate others in the National League. Do you know the first place in the
Galaxy Math Whiz Competition last year? He got 270 points as a sophomore last
year! Moreover, he won the first prize in the National League last year. If he
hadn't had a physical problem and didn’t go to the winter camp, he might have
been accepted by the Top Crest Academy now, and he would be Keen of our
province. And don't underestimate Jake. Although he didn’t do well in the Galaxy
Math Whiz Competition, it doesn’t mean that his results in the competition are
worse than yours”
Cordelia thought he was noisy, picked up her books quickly, and walked out with
her arms.
Hanley was still following her, still trying to ramble Juliana came out of physics
class. At the sight of Hanley. she hastily came after him, “Hanley!”
Cordelia was already downstairs and out of earshot as Juliana caught Hanley's
attention. He turned to her, sheepishly shifting the conversation, “I heard Mr.
Stanton visited you for an assessment. With your skills, you must've impressed
him, right?”
Juliana forced a smile, her voice a whisper, “No”
Hanley was taken aback, “But why? I heard Stanton took on a new student. Not
you, then Cordelia?“
Juliana shook her head. “It's Jay She seemed so lonely and never had proper
schooling or friends. I let her have the chance.”
Feeling relieved, Hanley accompanied her back to class, murmuring, “Just as I
thought, Cordelia, raised in an orphanage, wouldn't know how to play the piano..”
Juliana tightened her fingers around her physics workbook, but she kept silent,
letting Hanley stick to his
assumptions
Back in the classroom, a classmate waved his phone, Hanley, who do you think
will take the top spot in the National League? Keen's leading the polls, then some
guy from out of the province Jake's third, and Cordelia’s fourth! Does Cordelia
stand a chance for gold?”
The notion of being the national champion made Juliana scoff, “National
champion is not a title easily won. Cordelia’s too green. What do you think,
Hanley?”
Lostin t
in thought, Hanley glanced toward the last row where Cordelia packed her bag.
Memories flooded back when he was the math wunderkind. Now the talk had
shifted to national glory.
He turned back, “Td say it's a long shot.”
As Cordelia left the room, her bag heavy with books, Hanley couldn't help but
watch her go, a flicker of doubt in
his mind.
Maybe, just maybe, she could surprise them all.
The stakes couldn't be higher for the statewide math competition. Only the top
whiz would be plucked from the ranks to compete in the National League
showdown. Everyone else, despite being dubbed first-rate, might as well have
been runner-ups. What did it matter if you weren't the one crowned champion?
Visit Novelxo.org to read full content.

3 )
Cordelia, however, couldn't shake the
tension even after returning home.
She pushed through dinner, blitzed
through a barrage of practice
problems, and finally flopped onto
her bed. Yet, there she was, under the
soft glow of her bedside lamp, her
gaze flickering to her phone with an
almost religious fervor, The content
is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest
chapter there!
Why hadn't Mathster replied to her message?
Meanwhile, at Ontoky City's Superiority College, nestled within the labyrinth of
the mathematics laboratory, a graduate student was making his evening rounds.
The lab was quiet, save for the soft hum of Frankie's office light.
The mentor was known for his relentless pursuit of numbers and theories but this
late hour was unusual even
for him.
Visit Novelxo.org to read full content.
Curiosity piqued, the student nudged
the door open, intent on flicking the
switch off, only to freeze at the sight.
There was Frankie, glasses in one
hand, the other quivering as it
hovered over a sheaf of paper, his
eyes devouring the contents with an
almost manic intensity. The content
is on Novelxo.org! Read the latest
chapter there!
“Professor, why haven't you gone home yet?” The student's voice was tinged
with concern. It was midnight and today’s problems didn’t warrant burning the
midnight oil, did they?
Visit Novelxo.org to read full content.
Startled back to reality, Frankie
snapped up his gaze from the
answer that had captivated him. He
surged to his feet, a triumphant

: : “ PA) :
gleam in his eyes. “Yes, it's right!

) PT :

She's done it!" The content is on
Novelxo.org! Read the latest
chapter there!
11:16
Chapter 57
The mathematical conundrum that had stumped minds across the globe had
been unraveled!
Chapter 58