Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 120

Lorna replied indifferently. “What’s it to you, anyway?”

Fanny chuckled, “What do you mean what’s it to me? Have you forgotten who I am? I’m the chairwoman of the Greenmeadow Art Association. You want to sell your paintings, you’ve got to go through me.”

The Greenmeadow Art Association was a community organization, but in Greenmeadow, all the painters and artists would show Fanny some respect.

Lorna got the message in an instant, “Are you behind this?” she asked.

Fanny’s voice turned icy. “So what if I am? Yesterday, you played your little game, made Calvert block my daughter on social media, now don’t blame me for not playing nice with you.”

Lorna’s fingers clenched.

Her paintings had been up for sale for a long time without a buyer. Considering Calvert’s incident happened just yesterday, it was clear Fanny had been targeting her for a while.

What grudge could last eighteen years?

Fanny sneered again, “I didn’t do much, really. But you, thinking you’re some kind of top artist? One painting and you expect to rock the watercolor world? Honey, you haven’t touched a brush in eighteen years. Have you even seen the mess you’ve been painting?”

Truth be told, Lorna felt a bit shaky. She felt her recent works were on par with those from eighteen years ago, perhaps even more mature, but that was just her opinion. She didn’t know what the world thought of her art.

Fanny’s words shattered her regained confidence, and her fork dropped onto the plate with a clatter.

She took a deep breath, asking, “Is there anything else?”

Fanny scoffed, Seriously, in our field, who’s to say who’s a superstar and who’s a dud? It all comes down to who gets the big desk. Cross me, and you’ll get nowhere in Greenmeadow. I’ll enjoy watching you fall!”

Lorna, trembling with anger, didn’t wait for another word and hung up.

Tears welled up, catching the attention of Sanderson, who inquired, “What’s wrong?”

Lorna glanced at him and shook her head, “It’s nothing.”

and an artist’s reputation was often hyped up. The Delaney family had money, and with enough cash, they could indeed buy her

that.

recovered that fifty million, Sanderson had reinvested it into the business, putting a

was a barrier between the art world and the business world; other than throwing money to promote someone,

reticence, Sanderson sighed,

school, she found that her grandparents had arrived. Her grandfather, battling with mental issues and mobility problems, lived with her grandmother in a room downstairs, which was already tidied up, and they were now chatting in the living room.

lit up as

“Miss

Cordelia hesitated, “…Yeah.”

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me you missed, or my collection of classic

“…Both.”

me or the books?”

childish. Was her grandmother treating her like she was eight instead of eighteen? Her bemused expression only made Mathilda

jokes. Let’s see

nodded and followed her into the

had installed a spacious suite on the ground floor, with an adjoining study

books were yet to be shelved on the

one of the boxes and handed Cordelia a rare, out–of–print edition of “Elemental Chemistry,” a book that probably only someone

book, her grandfather, Lacy

typical mental patients, very quiet, sometimes mute and introverted, other times

closely, then smiled and said,

said with resignation,

to the sofa, but he gestured for

bookshelf, searching for a while

a

cherished it like a treasure, “This could be worth a fortune in patent fees. It’ll be your wedding fund! Buy you a big house!”

been like this. Take it, otherwise, he’ll

and chemistry book out just as Sanderson arrived from work. He greeted her

confused, and to her surprise, she saw a familiar figure following Sanderson