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.]

my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master,

and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must have the widest network. If you can’t find her, how

myself, couldn’t dig up her real identity, and then she vanished. She might have

[No problem.]

said, [Got it.]

for a moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there.

[Got

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

But it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that she realized how superficial her knowledge was.

were both university professors, and when she visited

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to delve deeper into

supposed to arrive tonight, delayed

later, a car pulled up in

carrying breakfast, descended the stairs and entered Midnight Scent.

breakfast and set the table effortlessly,

Fang and then at Everard. These two didn’t seem like former colleagues at all. But Everard had a presence that naturally

but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of

reply when Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s leaving soon.”

he added, “Yeah, I

kick him to the curb

his hands 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 at

yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today,

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed

hand had been just a tool to her. But today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of work but

warm, and that heat

attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia

needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with just

quickly, grabbing her backpack,

watched her leave Midnight Scent toward the school,