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

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

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

replied, [No problem.]

[Got it.]

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

replied, [Got it.]

book. It was physics–related, hard to understand,

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

university professors, and when she visited them with Lorna on weekends,

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of books to delve deeper

a place to stay, and her grandmother was supposed to arrive

a car pulled up in front

descended the stairs and entered Midnight

effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise from

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

but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve been hanging around for two months

about to reply when Everard’s smooth

smile, he added, “Yeah, I actually came

him to the curb

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

she 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,

to her. But today, she noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with calluses that spoke of

warm, and that heat seemed to burn

wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if electrocuted,

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

quickly, grabbing her backpack, I’m off

Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering