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.]

from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had

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

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

[No problem.]

[Got it.]

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

replied, [Got

book. It was physics–related, hard to understand, but she

her way through college courses back at the orphanage. But it wasn’t

she visited them with Lorna

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of books to

them a place to stay, and her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia

later, a car pulled up in front of Midnight

breakfast, descended the stairs and

table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise from behind the

two didn’t seem like former colleagues at all. But Everard had a presence

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

Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s

added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for business. Time to head

to the curb once he’s no

breakfast, Everard leaned back, resting his hands on the table, expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked up,

mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now, the idea

her thoughts and his gaze,

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

heat seemed to burn her skin.

palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia

needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with

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

toward the school, pondering why she

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