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.]

[After much thought, only Lorn from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master, truly spirited. I really

big shot in the art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the

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

replied, [No problem.]

[Got

paint, but Lorna

replied, [Got

put her phone down and, as usual, grabbed her book. It was

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

she visited them with Lorna on weekends, she’d

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a pile of books to

her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing.

a car pulled up in front

breakfast, descended the stairs and entered Midnight

table effortlessly,

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

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

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

smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for

kick him to the curb once he’s no

handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked up, puzzled, to see Cordelia staring–not at him, but at his

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

between her thoughts and his gaze,

his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of work

palm was warm, and that heat seemed to burn

held hands, tracing her palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if electrocuted, feeling a tingling sensation in

handhold

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

watched her leave Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why she seemed