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.]

said, [After much thought, only Lorn from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master, truly

big shot in the art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the

dig up her real identity, and then she vanished. She might have changed her name, but talent like hers doesn’t just disappear. I’ve cast a wide net in my circles. You all have your connections. Hit me up if you hear anything. There’s

replied, [No

[Got it.]

a moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna could.

[Got it.]

her phone down and, as usual, grabbed her book. It was physics–related, hard to understand, but she tackled them with zest,

it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that

were both university professors, and when she visited

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to delve deeper into

her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia was eager for the new trove

an hour later, a car pulled

stairs and

and set the table effortlessly,

seem like former colleagues at all.

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

to reply when Everard’s smooth

smile, he added, “Yeah, I

kick him to the curb once he’s no

expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he

kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t.

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed his hand.

been just a tool to her. But today, she noticed how attractive his

palm was warm, and that heat

they held hands, tracing her palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away

heartache that usually needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with just that brief

up quickly, grabbing her backpack, I’m off to

leave Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why