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.]

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

Art Association and heading the

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

[No problem.]

[Got it.]

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

[Got it.]

as usual, grabbed her book. It was physics–related, hard to understand, but she tackled them with

wasn’t until she’d visited her grandparents‘ house that she

when she visited them with Lorna on weekends,

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books to delve deeper into the

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

car pulled

carrying breakfast, descended the stairs

table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise

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

help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve been hanging around for two months now. Don’t you have things to

when Everard’s smooth voice intervened, “He’s

forced smile, he added,

boss really knows how to kick him to the curb once he’s no longer

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

was going on with her. After the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but she wasn’t. And now, the idea of even touching his

her thoughts and his gaze,

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

and that heat seemed to burn her

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 a tingling sensation in her

handhold to subside was gone

backpack, I’m off to school now.”

leave Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why she