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.]

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

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

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

[No problem.]

[Got

by one they responded. Cordelia thought for a moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there. So she chimed in.

replied, [Got

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

through college courses back at the orphanage. But it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that

and when she visited

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to delve deeper into the

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

later, a car pulled

the stairs and entered

always, took the breakfast and set the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise from behind the counter and approach.

like former colleagues at all.

three of them sat down, Cordelia couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of

reply when Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s

was confused. Since when was he leaving? With a forced smile, he added,

him to the curb once he’s no

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

what was going on with her. After the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now, the

her thoughts and his gaze, she hastily grabbed

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

that heat seemed to burn

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

that usually needed a ten–minute handhold to

grabbing her backpack, I’m

Scent toward the school, pondering why she seemed