Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 135

After sending the message, Cordelia returned her gaze to the painting before her, marveling at the artistry that filled the room.

The image of Lorna’s latest plece lingered in her mind, and after comparing it to the previous one, she reached conclusion: She couldn’t discern the deeper meaning in the paintings, but in terms of technique and style, Lorna hadn’t lost her touch one bit!

Fanny’s remarks were nothing but an attempt to knock her down!

Thinking back on Lorna’s forlorn and heartbroken expression, and the whispers that were circulating in the community. Cordelia felt a surge of anger.

She wanted to clear her mother’s name fair and square.

But how? She couldn’t exactly invite all the high society ladies over and announce that Lorna was, in fact, the renowned artist Lorn, could she?

Lacking basic street smarts, Cordelia sat at her desk, deep in thought, but failed to conjure up a solid plan. Finally, she picked up her phone, and decided to seek advice from her teacher.

She texted Mr. All–Round, spilling the beans from start to finish before asking, “What should I do?”

The problem that seemed insurmountable to her was met with a breezy reply from Mr. All–Round, “Easy peasy, just do as I say.”

At dinner that evening, Lorna appeared almost normal, but her vacant expression and forced smile betrayed her true state.

When Sanderson served her a portion of the roast, she offered a weak smile and asked, “Everything’s okay at work, right?”

Mrs. Collins had a point; a wife accused of deception could tarnish the company’s reputation.

Sanderson’s eyes flickered upon hearing this, but he managed to say, “What could possibly go wrong?”

His acting was impeccable, and Lorna, unsuspecting, failed to see through it.

Had Cordelia not been keeping a close eye on him, she would have missed the brief moment of distraction; it seemed he too was affected by the rumor.

As they neared the end of their meal, Cordelia casually inquired, “When is that charity gala Mrs. Collins mentioned happening?”

“Tomorrow night,” Lorna replied automatically.

going?” Cordelia pressed,

was taken aback, not expecting Cordelia to show interest in such matters. Before she could answer, Sanderson chimed

Sanderson had never pushed her to participate in

branched out on their own, Lorna had considered

to face the inevitable gossip at such an event. Sanderson didn’t want to expose her to that, preferring to spare her the whispers and

tightly,

in agreement, “Yeah, I’d like to go

Sanderson were stunned, turning

Cordelia to express wishes of her own, and they couldn’t bear to deny her. Loma agreed. Alright fil pick you up after school tomorrow, and we’ll head

we bring as a

by the elite ladies of the community. Each invited quest was expected to contribute something valuable from their home, like jewelry, with proceeds going to charitable causes.

always been under Mrs. Collins‘ purview, a testament

among the

left Lorna worried. With the recent split, funds were tight, and unlike other socialite wives with

Lorna furrowed her brow in thought, Cordella suggested, “Let’s take the painting you finished in the studio today.”

but Sanderson firmly interjected, “Yes, that’s a

hefty sum for the painting. Even if it meant inflating the

family of buying her an art exhibit, but he would show them by literally spending to

he rose from the table and headed upstairs, “We’ll need it for tomorrow, I’ll go prepare the painting and find a box for it.”

“Sanderson, I don’t

as they ascended the

the plan

checked her messages and saw one from Painter, “Whatcha doing?

that she hadn’t responded, Painter sent another message.

Painter asked, “Lia?”

then did Cordelia pick up her phone and leisurely replied, “She’ll

you

he let

beside him, coughed and asked, “Dad, can we trust

nearing fifty with a scholarly demeanor, said, “Whether we can trust