Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 119

The Pioneers Group chat had been silent for days, so when someone finally piped up, the others quickly bubbled to the surface of the conversation.

Mathster replied, [Never heard of ‘em.]

Bland replied, [Farly bird interrupts my sweet dreams, huh?]

Painter said, [Ever heard of mute?]

Bland replied, [Set this chat to priority alerts, man. What if the boss needs me and I miss it?]

The others mentally rolled their eyes at his brown–nosing, but no one dared to say it out loud. Instead-

Painter said, [Same here, bro.]

Chef echoed, [And me]

Clothing Retailer said, [Me too]

Pianoman asked, [Who’s this person, anyway? Never heard of them. Are they famous or something? @Painter]

Painter said, [This person had a real flair for painting 18 years ago. Young and talented. But then I heard she married into some high society and stopped painting altogether. Not many people know her because of that.]

Bland asked, [So why are you looking for her?]

Painter replied, [To paint, obviously.]

Bland said, [? But you’re a renowned artist yourself. Why do you need someone else to paint for you?]

Painter said, [Let me school you, newbie. Watercolor themes fall into three categories, landscapes, figures, and still lifes. I specialize in figures, not landscapes.]

Painter said, [I got roped into this game design gig, doing character art. I need a landscape artist for the scenery. Most of the famed landscape artists here have either aged out of the game or their work is too superficial for my taste.]

18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the

Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You

then she vanished. She might have changed her name, but talent

[No

said, [Got

but Lorna

replied, [Got it.]

as usual, grabbed her book. It was physics–related, hard to

But it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘

grandparents were both university professors, and when she visited them with

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back a pile of books to

arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia

later, a car pulled up in front of

the stairs and entered

always, took the breakfast and set the table effortlessly,

didn’t seem like former

of them sat down, Cordelia couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve been hanging around for two months now. Don’t

Everard’s

was he leaving? With a forced smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for

how to kick him to the curb once he’s no longer

on the table, expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked up, puzzled, to see Cordelia staring–not at him, but

on with her. After the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now, the idea of even touching his hand was making

her thoughts and his gaze, she hastily grabbed

today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of work but didn’t detract from

that heat seemed to burn her

she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if

a ten–minute handhold

backpack, I’m off to school now.”

Scent toward the school,