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.]

Her landscapes had the

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

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.

replied, [No

said, [Got it.]

couldn’t paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there

replied, [Got it.]

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

had self–studied her way through college courses back at the orphanage. But it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that she realized how superficial her knowledge was.

grandparents were both university professors, and when she visited

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back a pile of books to delve deeper into

was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia was eager

an hour later, a car pulled

carrying breakfast, descended the stairs

the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise from behind the counter

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

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

Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s leaving

With a forced smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came

really knows how to kick him to the

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

wasn’t sure 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 idea of even touching

between her thoughts and his gaze, she hastily grabbed his

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

heat seemed to

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

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

grabbing her backpack, I’m

the school, pondering why she seemed different