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.]

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

in the art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must have the widest network. If you can’t find her, how

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 circles. You all have your connections. Hit me up if you hear anything.

[No

said, [Got

moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna

[Got it.]

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

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

were both university professors, and when she visited

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back a pile of books to delve deeper into the subject.

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

hour later, a car pulled up in front of Midnight

stairs and

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

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

of them sat down, Cordelia couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve

about to reply when Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s leaving soon.”

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

kick him to the

on the table, expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked up, puzzled, to see Cordelia

she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t.

gaze, she hastily grabbed his hand.

But today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long,

palm was warm, and that heat

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

usually needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with just that

backpack, I’m off to school now.”

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