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,

to show interest in such matters. Before she could answer, Sanderson chimed in, “No need to

and since their marriage, Sanderson had never pushed her to participate in the elite gatherings that Rachel had typically managed.

their own, Lorna had considered stepping

inevitable gossip at such an event. Sanderson didn’t want to

her fork tightly,

object, Cordelia nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I’d like to go too.”

were stunned, turning their gazes

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

then asked, “What should we bring as a contribution?”

Each invited quest was expected to contribute something valuable from their home, like jewelry,

event had always been under Mrs. Collins‘ purview, a testament to

among the

were tight, and unlike other socialite

in thought, Cordella suggested, “Let’s take the

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

planned to have someone secretly bid a hefty sum for the painting. Even if it meant inflating the price, it was a small price to pay to restore Lorna’s honor.

the Delaney family of buying her an art exhibit, but he would show them

the table and headed

followed him, “Sanderson, I don’t need you

continued as they

approval, the plan seemed set in

made her way upstairs. Once in her room, she checked her messages and saw one from Painter,

responded,

Painter asked, “Lia?”

her phone and leisurely replied, “She’ll

you

of gratitude, he let out a long sigh of relief.

standing beside him, coughed and asked, “Dad, can we trust what this

we can trust her or not,