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?”

to show interest in such matters. Before she could answer, Sanderson chimed in, “No need to go to these things, they’re pretty dull.”

never pushed her to participate in the elite gatherings that Rachel

had branched out on their own, Lorna had considered stepping

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

as Lorna gripped her fork tightly, she finally

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

Sanderson were stunned, turning their gazes towards

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

an auction hosted by the elite ladies of the community. Each invited quest was expected to

under Mrs. Collins‘ purview, a testament to

among the

funds were tight, and unlike other socialite wives with lavish dowries, all of Lorna’s jewelry

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

froze, wanting to object, but Sanderson firmly interjected, “Yes, that’s a good

it meant inflating the price, it was

art exhibit, but he would show

the table and headed upstairs, “We’ll need

followed him, “Sanderson, I don’t need you to prop me up,

continued as they ascended

plan seemed set in

leisurely stood up and made her way upstairs. Once in her room, she checked her messages and saw one from Painter, “Whatcha

hadn’t responded, Painter sent another message.

Painter asked, “Lia?”

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

you

sent his message of gratitude, he let out a long

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

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