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

Chapter 216

"There's no solution to this problem," Cordelia declared.

"The problem is flawed," Everard chimed in simultaneously. Cordelia blinked, her gaze shifting to Everard, who raised an eyebrow and then closed his mouth.

Cordelia was slightly taken aback. Had he noticed the issue right from the start, hence his calm demeanor? Maybe he was more competent than she had initially thought.

Lost in her thoughts, Cordelia was brought back to reality by Queenie's exclamation, "What? You guys must be joking! If you can't solve it, just say so. Claiming it's unsolvable is ridiculous, isn't it?"

Cordelia fixed her eyes on Lucille, preparing to speak, when Keen added, "It truly has no solution."

Queenie was stunned. She might have thought Cordelia was jesting, but hearing it from Keen made her reconsider.

She turned to Lucille, "Uncle, is it really unsolvable?"

Lucille frowned, coughing slightly before addressing Cordelia, "Why do you say it's unsolvable? Because you can't solve it, or...?"

Cordelia calmly responded, "It's missing a key piece of information. Without assigning a value to 'a,' indeed, this problem can't be solved." Realizing Cordelia had actually pinpointed the oversight, Lucille was inwardly fuming. His intention with such a problem was to challenge them, revealing the solution later as a lesson. Yet, his plan was seen through.

Feeling his pride wounded, Lucille coughed again, "Ah, this problem was merely an appetizer. Miss Cordelia is correct."

He walked back to his desk, dismissing Everard with a wave, "You can sit down now."

Everard paused, glancing at Cordelia. Although she maintained her usual serene facade, Everard, who knew her well, could tell she was upset. When Cordelia was angry, she wouldn't lash out; instead, her eyes would cloud over.

He considered reacting but chose to comply quietly.

Lucille, back at the podium, picked up his textbook, "Alright, I intentionally omitted a piece of information. Now that I've added it, you can solve the problem. This was to teach you not to get stuck on one problem, especially during exams. Let me explain how to solve it now with the value of 'a' included."

As he was about to continue, he noticed Cordelia still standing, "Take a seat, please."

Cordelia remained still.

Lucille's brows furrowed, "What is it?"

Cordelia spoke slowly, "Sir, you asked what he was calculating. So, what are you, exactly?"

Lucille's expression darkened, "How dare you speak to a teacher like that?"

Cordelia paused deliberately, "Oh, my apologies. You're not a 'thing.""

The class erupted into laughter. Given the natural hierarchy, everyone held a certain fear towards Lucille, who often used harsh words

to assert control, especially thes

recent insults, which were indeed over the line. Cordelia's retort was a breath of fresh air to the class.

Enraged, Lucille slammed his papers on the desk, "Cordelia, you dare insult a teacher? Didn't your parents teach you to respect your elders?"

It was exactly because of respect that she had tolerated him until now. Cordelia thought to herself, maintaining her composed tone, "Before teaching me to respect elders, my parents taught me mutual respect."Content is © by NôvelDrama.Org.

"You're out of control!" Lucille bellowed, his face turning a shade of blue, "If you don't want to learn, get out!"

The commotion had attracted Waldron, who rushed in, addressing Cordelia, "Miss Cordelia, regardless of the situation, you insulted someone. Apologize to Lucille first."

Cordelia stood her ground, "I'll apologize, but only after he apologizes to this student," pointing at Everard.

Waldron hesitated as Lucille interjected, "Challenging a teacher in class, Cordelia? Do you not wish to learn? If so, leave now!"

Waldron scolded, "Miss Cordelia, you're not just wasting your time, but everyone else's here. Your five minutes waste over a thousand for the class. Any other issues can wait until after class."

Participating in the Autumn Gold Academic Bootcamp, everyone aimed for success in the math competition, and time was indeed of the essence. Cordelia shouldn't delay everyone for her own grievances.

After pondering, she nodded to Waldron, agreeing to address the issue with Lucille later, and took her seat.

Waldron then turned to Lucille, offering a way out, "Alright, teachers sometimes misspeak without ill intentions. Let's focus on the lesson now." With that, he fixed his gaze on Lucille, "Regardless, let's continue teaching. We can't afford to waste any more time."

Frankie had rolled in early this

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morning, signaling a clear message: the Math Department was all in this year. They were gunning for gold at the international level, especially with the array of promising talent they had on hand. Now, with Lucille stirring up trouble and throwing everyone off schedule, the higher-ups would definitely have a bone to pick. His words served as a cautionary heads-up to Lucille, a veiled warning of sorts.

Taking the hint, Lucille backed down but not without laying down the law, "We can't afford to waste more time. Let's proceed with the lesson, but Cordelia, I want you out. Stand outside! Your presence is not welcome in my class!"

The room fell into an uneasy silence at his words. Cordelia's brows furrowed, Lucille's targeting becoming more blatant by the day.

Before she could process a response, Lucille tapped on the chalkboard, "Are we continuing, or what? Do you realize the time you're costing everyone?"

Taking a deep breath, Cordelia stood

up with a determined look. She was going straight to Mathster - the only person who could sort this out. However, as she approached the door ready to leave this mess behind, a familiar voice halted her, "Hold on a minute."