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.]

much thought, only Lorn from 18 years ago caught my eye. Her landscapes had

Association and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must

have changed her name, but

[No problem.]

said, [Got

couldn’t paint, but Lorna could. Maybe there was a lead there. So she

[Got

her book. It was physics–related, hard to understand, but she tackled

at the orphanage. But it wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that

grandparents were both university professors, and when she visited them

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to

to stay, and her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing. Cordelia was eager for the new trove of

car pulled up in front of Midnight Scent.

breakfast, descended the stairs and

the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise

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

them sat 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

about to reply when Everard’s

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

to

back, resting his hands on the table, expecting the usual handshake. But when it didn’t come, he looked up, puzzled, to

the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now,

between her thoughts and his gaze, she hastily

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

heat

But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if electrocuted, feeling a tingling sensation in her palm.

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

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

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