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.”

who bought watercolor paintings were laymen, and an artist’s reputation was often hyped up. The Delaney family had money, and

that.

had recovered that fifty million, Sanderson had reinvested it into

the business world; other than throwing money to promote someone, there wasn’t much else he could

reticence, Sanderson sighed,

grandfather, battling with mental issues and mobility problems, lived with her grandmother in a room downstairs,

seeing them, Cordelia’s eyes lit up as she approached her

her, “Miss

Cordelia hesitated, “…Yeah.”

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missed, or

“…Both.”

or the

her like she was

no more jokes. Let’s see

followed her

had renovated the house, Sanderson had considered the possibility of the elders moving in, so they had installed a

of books were yet to be shelved on the study desk.

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

took the book, her grandfather, Lacy Wilson, also entered the

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

then smiled and

said with resignation, “He’s

to the sofa, but he gestured for silence, “Lorna, come here. I’ve got

bookshelf, searching for a while before handing her

was a scientific

be worth a fortune in patent fees. It’ll be your wedding fund! Buy you a

got sick, he’s been like this.

taking the project proposal and chemistry book out just as Sanderson arrived from work. He greeted

to her surprise, she saw