Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 133

1. Anter Ballaster hadn’t left the art gallery just yet.

Fresh from a meeting, he turned into the gallery space instead of heading out. The painting “Frostfall” was supposed to be tucked away in a quiet corner, an area reserved for the unnoticed works of emerging artists. Approaching the scene, he was met with chaos. His brow furrowed in confusion as he asked, “What’s going on here?

A staff member quickly explained, “A visitor got clumsy with their ice cream, and one of the paintings got. splattered.”

Space was at a premium in the gallery, with several modestly priced newcomers‘ pieces on display in this small section.

Ballaster’s expression darkened. “How could such a basic mistake happen? And since when is eating allowed in here?”

The staffer looked as if they were at a funeral, continuing, “Chairwoman Fanny was livid. She’s already fired the person responsible. It’s a good thing these pieces aren’t valuable, or we’d be in real trouble!”

Ballaster was concerned. If “Frostfall” was ruined, how would he check it out for Cordelia?

“We’re preparing to call the artists individually, ask them to bring new pieces as an apology.”

He nodded; that was the only course of action left.

He’d have to wait for “Frostfall’s artist to deliver another piece before he could take a look.

Fanny, not too far away, curled her lips into a smirk. Greenmeadow was her turf, and meddling came easy to her. She hadn’t expected Ballaster to actually come see the art. Had Naylor really tipped him off? Luckily, she had been meticulous enough to sabotage the painting in advance.

That night, Lorna didn’t come down for dinner. While Cordelia was worried, even Mathilda insisted she shouldn’t interfere, so she returned to her room to read.

The next morning, Cordelia packed her bag and was about to take a pill from the bottle Louie had given her when she paused, recalling Everard’s pained expression from the day before.

She hesitated, then decided against taking the medication, capping the bottle and slipping it back into her bag before heading downstairs.

Lorna seemed a bit better but still downcast. As Cordelia left with her breakfast in hand, Lorna finally spoke up, “The picture you wanted framed will be ready by this afternoon. It’ll be up in your room by the time you’re

back.”

lit

Scent, Everard, Bible in hand, sat behind

in his favorite jumpsuit, spoke respectfully, “Boss, that Louie you asked about has been squeaky clean these past years, nothing out of

was about to respond when footsteps approached, and Cordelia walked in wearing her school uniform. She seemed surprised to find Skyler there and glanced at him before turning to Everard with understanding.

police officer here must mean that Everard

caught a warning glance from his boss and quickly improvised, “Oh, I’m just checking on Midnight Scent’s business

his claim, he turned to Everard with mock seriousness,

then

languidly leaned back, expressionless as he watched him.

license at Everard’s place. Bluffing, he stammered, “Ah, since

as soon as the

by the exchange, didn’t dwell on it. After sharing breakfast and holding hands

to mind, and she looked back, “Are you feeling

in confusion before remembering his act, lowering his eyes in feigned sorrow, “I’m fine, don’t worry about

as she admitted, “I didn’t take

walked away, leaving Everard stunned.

Cordelia trying to cheer him

yet why did he suddenly

had been banned and slapped with an incriminating statement, leaving her

was, “Please wait, we’ll verify your content

to her social media followers, who

the platform online, only to receive a legal notice from

must delete your post and apologize, or we will pursue damages for

retorted, “I’ve done nothing wrong. Why should I

was cold, “Then prove

you be reasonable? How can

not our problem. If you can’t prove your innocence, the

it! Prove