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 up. “Great.”

Midnight Scent, Everard, Bible in hand, sat behind the counter listening to

Louie you asked about has been squeaky clean these past years, nothing out of

in wearing her school uniform. She seemed surprised

here must mean that Everard

boss and quickly improvised, “Oh, I’m

claim, he turned to Everard

then

in black, languidly leaned back, expressionless as he watched him.

place.

as soon as the words

sharing breakfast and holding hands with Everard for a while,

door, something came to mind, and she looked back, “Are you feeling any better

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

voice awkward as she admitted, “I didn’t

she walked away, leaving Everard

trying to

a simple sentence from her, yet why did

and

official response was, “Please wait, we’ll verify your content and get back to you,”

to her social media followers, who loyally sought

only to receive a legal notice from them the next day!

post and apologize, or we will pursue damages for

done nothing wrong. Why should I

reply was cold, “Then prove

her voice rising, ‘Can’t you be reasonable? How can I

problem. If you can’t prove your innocence, the ban stays.”

“Damn it! Prove your