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.]

from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master, truly spirited. I really like her

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

used to storm the 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.

replied, [No problem.]

[Got it.]

thought for a moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna

[Got

grabbed her book. It was physics–related, hard to

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

and when she visited them with Lorna on weekends,

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books to delve deeper into

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

hour later, a car pulled up in front of Midnight Scent.

descended the stairs and entered Midnight Scent.

set the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise

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

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

about to reply when Everard’s

added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for business. Time

boss really knows how to kick him to

the table, expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked

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

thoughts and his gaze, she hastily grabbed

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

palm was warm, and that heat

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

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

her backpack,

Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why