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.”

Scent, Everard, Bible in hand, sat

“Boss, that Louie you asked about has been squeaky clean these

approached, and Cordelia walked in wearing her school uniform. She seemed surprised to

mean that Everard was in

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

was! After making his claim, he turned to Everard with mock

then

black, languidly leaned back, expressionless as he watched

place. Bluffing, he

the

sharing breakfast and holding hands with Everard

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

forgotten the previous day’s events, blinked in confusion before remembering his act, lowering his eyes in feigned

as she admitted, “I didn’t

walked away, leaving Everard stunned.

Cordelia trying to cheer

from her, yet why did he suddenly feel so

Her live stream had been banned and slapped with an incriminating

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

followers, who

a legal notice from them the next

call was aggressive, “You must delete your post and apologize, or

wrong. Why should I

“Then prove you’re innocent.”

her voice rising, ‘Can’t you

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

snapped, “Damn it! Prove your ass…”