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.]

ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master, truly spirited. I really like her work!]

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

national art scene. I was just a rookie myself, couldn’t 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.

[No

said, [Got it.]

paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there.

[Got it.]

her book. It was physics–related, hard

at the orphanage. But it wasn’t until

professors, and when she visited them with

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to

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

a car pulled up

the stairs and entered Midnight Scent.

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

at Little Fang and then at Everard. These two didn’t seem like former colleagues

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

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

a forced smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for

knows how to kick 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,

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

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed his

tool to her. But today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke

was warm, and that heat

hands, tracing her palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he

enough, the heartache that usually needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was

grabbing her backpack, I’m off to school

the school,