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.

you going?” Cordelia pressed,

such matters. Before she could

had never pushed her to participate in the elite

branched out on their own, Lorna had

to face the inevitable gossip at such an event.

tightly,

in agreement, “Yeah,

stunned, turning their gazes towards Cordelia.

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

“What should we bring as a contribution?”

quest was expected to contribute something

purview,

among the

Lorna worried. With the recent split, funds were tight, and unlike other socialite wives with lavish dowries, all of Lorna’s jewelry were gifts

brow in thought, Cordella suggested, “Let’s take the painting you finished in the

Sanderson firmly interjected, “Yes, that’s a

sum for the painting. Even if it meant inflating the price, it was a small

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

table and headed upstairs, “We’ll need it for tomorrow, I’ll go

this, Lorna stood and followed him, “Sanderson, I don’t

as they

approval, the plan

way upstairs. Once in her room, she checked her messages and saw one from Painter, “Whatcha doing? Do you have news about

she hadn’t responded, Painter sent another message.

Painter asked, “Lia?”

leisurely replied, “She’ll be at the

you so

message of gratitude, he let out

him, coughed and asked, “Dad, can

scholarly demeanor, said, “Whether we can trust her or not, we’ll