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 the touch. of a master, truly spirited. I really like her work!]

shot in the art world, chairing the Superiority Country Fine Art Association and heading the Superiority Art Academy. You must have the widest network. If

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

[No

[Got it.]

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

replied, [Got it.]

her book. It was physics–related, hard to

the orphanage. But it wasn’t until she’d visited her

grandparents were both university professors, and when she visited them with Lorna on

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books to delve deeper into

them a place to stay, and her grandmother was supposed to arrive tonight, delayed by packing.

car pulled up in front of Midnight Scent.

descended the stairs and entered Midnight Scent.

and set the table effortlessly,

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

the three of them sat down, Cordelia couldn’t help but glance at Calvert, asking with a hint of curiosity, “You’ve been hanging around

about to reply when Everard’s smooth voice

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

him to the curb once

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

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

thoughts and his gaze, she

noticed how attractive his hands really were–long, defined, with

palm was warm, and that heat seemed to burn her skin.

wasn’t paying attention. But today, when he did, Cordelia jerked away as if electrocuted, feeling a tingling sensation in her

the heartache that usually needed a ten–minute handhold to subside was gone with just that brief touch.

her backpack, I’m off to school now.”

Scent toward the school, pondering why she seemed