Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 131

A group of people turned in unison at the sound of approaching footsteps. A young man in his mid–twenties, with pale skin and a slim figure, was making his way toward them. He wore thin–rimmed glasses and a light grey suit that accentuated his slender build. However, after speaking just a few words, he coughed into his handkerchief, signaling that he might not be in the best of health.

Fanny froze for a second. “Mr. Finegan?”

The man acknowledged with a nod and asked again, “What seems to be the problem?”

Mrs. Brown, clearly annoyed, recounted the events, which caused the man, Mr. Finegan, to furrow his brows and address Fanny, “If you’re worried about the crowd, we could stop letting people in. But once they’re here, it doesn’t seem right to send them away, does it?”

Fanny’s face darkened. She wanted to argue but seemed to hold a certain regard for the man before her, and reluctantly conceded, “You’re right.”

With a look of resentment, Fanny glanced at Lorna, her eyes sharp with envy.

Very few knew Lorna’s pen name was Lorn. When B. Aster mentioned it, Fanny was startled.

Hearing that B. Aster admired her enough to invite her to help with landscape paintings, Fanny saw an opportunity and crafted a lie that “Lorn had passed away.”

Both Fanny and Lorna had studied landscape painting, and while Fanny’s work was also commendable, Lorna had simply gained fame by association. Why should everyone remember Lorn and forget Fanny?

She was now a leading figure in the world of landscape art!

She had someone recommend her to B. Aster, who had just begun showing signs of wanting to collaborate with her. So why was Lorna showing up at the exhibition now?

“Hello, I’m Naylor Finegan.” Naylor turned, coughing into his handkerchief again, “Is this Cordelia?”

Cordelia paused, then nodded, “Yes.”

Naylor smiled, “My father is B. Aster.”

Realization dawned on Cordelia. This was the son of the Painter? She nodded her understanding.

“If there’s anything you don’t understand, I’d be happy to explain,” Naylor offered.

Mrs. Brown was flabbergasted, “Naylor, I know of him. He’s a painter too, right? But he works in oils, doesn’t

he?”

looking for an opportunity to inquire about the mysterious Painter. And now, seeing Naylor… B. Aster was

her daughter come to know

Stanton called her Lia, then Calvert, and now she even knew the famous drawing master? Mrs.

suggested. Seeing Naylor’s courteous interaction with Cordelia, Mrs. Brown realized Lorna and her daughter are both big figures, why out of

figure, able to converse with the giants of the Watercolor

appreciation for Lorna quickly

spoke up, “No need, my mom will

to Lorna, she asked, “Mom, shall we

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dazed. She refocused and began to introduce each painting to Cordelia and Mrs. Brown

went on, Naylor’s expression grew

This

Watercolor Painting, able to offer her judgment on each piece–she was no ordinary.

person!

have a profound understanding of Watercolor Painting. I found your

but I’m

inquired further, “What style do you specialize in?”

Lorna replied, “Landscapes.”

painting called ‘Frostfall

promptly guided the group toward a corner of the exhibition hall, “Ah, that painting! I remember it;

could see a crowd already gathered, admiring the work, “This “Frostfall seems quite

and his eyes

Brown, ever candid, beamed at Lorna, “Mrs.

eyes sparkled

had been watching warily and followed close behind. Hearing the praises, she stiffened and

Lorna’s work? She recalled that

brow, she heard someone ask, “Could someone

Fanny boldly took

exhibition provided guides for such inquiries, and one was about to step forward when Fanny the

her and laughed, “This is Fanny, a pinnacle figure in

guide handed her

made Lorna grip her fingers tightly, a

“This piece has an air of detachment, its composition vast and simple, the scenery minimal. The artist uses a side