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

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

Lorn was just a pseudonym she 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. I’ve cast a wide net in my

replied, [No

[Got

paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there.

replied, [Got it.]

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

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

when she

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to delve deeper into the subject.

arrive tonight, delayed

pulled up in front of Midnight

descended the stairs

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

glanced at Little Fang and then at Everard. These two didn’t seem like former

help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve

to reply when Everard’s

confused. Since when was he leaving? With a forced smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came to Greenmeadow for business.

to the curb once

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

what was going on with her. After the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed his hand.

tool to her. But today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of work but didn’t

and that heat

today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if electrocuted, feeling a

handhold to subside was

up quickly, grabbing her backpack, I’m off

leave Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why she seemed different