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

heading the Superiority

[Damn, back then Lorn was just a pseudonym she used to storm 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 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. There’s a hefty reward in

[No

[Got it.]

responded. Cordelia thought for a moment. She couldn’t paint, but Lorna

replied, [Got

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

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

professors, and when she visited them

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pile of books to

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

car pulled up in front of Midnight Scent.

stairs and entered

the breakfast and set the table effortlessly, prompting Everard to rise from behind the counter and approach.

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

couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of

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

he added,

him to

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

on with her. After the kiss yesterday, she should’ve been mad at him today, but

and his gaze, she hastily grabbed

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

and that heat seemed

tracing her palm when she wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he

ten–minute handhold to

stood up quickly, grabbing her backpack,

leave Midnight Scent toward the school, pondering why