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

said, [You’re a big shot in the art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the Superiority

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. There’s a hefty reward

replied, [No

[Got

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

[Got it.]

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

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

she visited them with Lorna on

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books to delve deeper

her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia was eager for the

pulled

the stairs and

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

at Everard. These two didn’t seem like former

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

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

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

him to the curb

breakfast, Everard leaned back, resting 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,

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 his hand

her thoughts and his gaze, she hastily

how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of work but didn’t detract from their

palm was warm, and that heat

when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if

the heartache that usually needed a ten–minute handhold

up quickly, grabbing her backpack, I’m off to

Scent toward the school,