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

art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must have the widest

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 problem.]

[Got

but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there. So she chimed

replied, [Got it.]

her book. It was physics–related, hard to

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.

she visited them with

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a pile of books to delve deeper into the

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

pulled up in front of Midnight

descended the stairs and entered

always, took the breakfast and set the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise

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

sat down, Cordelia couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking 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

was he leaving? With a forced smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came to

really knows how to kick him to the curb

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

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 his hand

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed his

noticed how attractive his

palm was warm, and that heat seemed to burn her

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

heartache that usually needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with just that brief touch.

quickly, grabbing her backpack, I’m

toward the school, pondering why she seemed