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.]

Lorn from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had the touch. of a master, truly

heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must have the widest

might have changed her name, but talent like hers doesn’t just disappear. I’ve

replied, [No

said, [Got it.]

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

replied, [Got

grabbed her book. It

self–studied her way through college courses back at the orphanage. But it wasn’t until she’d

both university professors, and when she visited

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to delve deeper

supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia

an hour later, a car pulled up

carrying breakfast, descended the stairs and entered Midnight

effortlessly,

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

asking with a hint

Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s leaving soon.”

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

to kick him to the curb once he’s no longer needed.

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

should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now, the idea of even touching his hand was making her

and his gaze, she hastily

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

heat seemed to

always teased her when they held hands, tracing her palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked

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

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

her leave Midnight Scent toward the school,