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,

in such matters. Before she could answer, Sanderson chimed in, “No need to go to these things,

marriage, Sanderson had never pushed her to participate in the

on their own, Lorna

the inevitable gossip at such an event. Sanderson didn’t want to expose her to that,

as Lorna gripped her fork tightly, she finally

could object, Cordelia nodded in agreement, “Yeah, I’d like to go

were stunned, turning their gazes towards

and they couldn’t bear to deny her. Loma

should we bring as a contribution?”

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

Mrs. Collins‘ purview, a

among the

other socialite wives with lavish

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

but Sanderson firmly

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

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

give her the chance. Having finished dinner, he rose from the table and headed upstairs, “We’ll need it for tomorrow, I’ll go prepare the painting and

him, “Sanderson, I don’t

they

plan

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

that she hadn’t responded, Painter sent

Painter asked, “Lia?”

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

you so

message of gratitude, he let out a long sigh of

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

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