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?”

nodded absently. Since entering, she had been looking for an opportunity to inquire

daughter come to know

and now she even knew the famous drawing

that the woman was not as the rumors suggested. Seeing Naylor’s courteous interaction with Cordelia, Mrs. Brown

family had such an impressive figure, able to converse with the

Brown’s newfound appreciation for Lorna quickly

still in shock, Cordelia spoke up,

she asked, “Mom, shall

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She refocused and began to introduce each painting to

explanations went on, Naylor’s expression

This

to offer her judgment on each piece–she was no ordinary.

person!

“Mrs. Delaney, you seem to have a profound understanding of Watercolor Painting. I found your

“I do, but I’m

by her modesty and inquired

Lorna replied, “Landscapes.”

painting called ‘Frostfall that was

the group toward a corner of the exhibition

already gathered, admiring

painting and his eyes

beamed at Lorna,

sparkled

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

was Lorna’s work? She recalled that

“Could

Fanny boldly took

one was about to step

pinnacle figure in the national landscape painting scene. Who better to

her the microphone.

fingers tightly, a mix of

of detachment, its composition vast and simple, the scenery