Love or Die CEO’s Daily Dose of Swoon

Chapter 146

The painting is too massive, and even if we started copying it now, we’d be cutting it too close!”

“We can’t even patch it up. Teagan did a number on it.”

“What are we going to do? Loads of international guests came just for this painting, and Miss Fanny is Just wicked for using it to cause trouble!”

There was silence..

Ballaster sighed deeply, “I knew she was up to no good, and I deliberately didn’t interfere. But when I realized she was using the painting to do harm, it was already too late to stop her. Now we’ve made a huge blunder. I’ve urgently contacted a few people, but they can’t guarantee they’ll get the rest of the replicas here before the gallery opens tomorrow.”

Lorna furrowed her brow as well.

When Ballaster said Fanny was out to get her, asking for her cooperation, she never imagined Fanny would go this far, using the painting for her schemes.

What do they do now?

Fanny struggled to her feet, looking almost mad, and burst out laughing, “Haha, Lorna, I lost. I totally lost! But what does it matter if I’ve lost? You’re all going down with me!”

As she ranted, she began to cry. “Why? Why are you always number one? Even though I’m the one who’s been working the hardest. You, with your love–struck brain, you only care about romance. What do you know about

art?”

She swiveled to face Ballaster, continuing her tirade, “And Ballaster, why do you favor her? Fine, I screwed up. I’ll resign, compensate for the damages, even quit painting! But what about you? With such a mess at the exhibition, aren’t you responsible? Hahaha… Lorna, in the end, it’s you who have ruined Ballaster! You’re all going down with me in disgrace!”

Ballaster’s expression darkened, “You’re still refusing to admit fault even when facing the end. Get her out of

here!*

Security rushed in and, in front of everyone, grabbed Fanny by the arms and dragged her out of the gallery. She was thrown out, her reputation in ruins, justly deserved.

In the room, Teagan, witnessing the scene, buckled to his knees and cried out, “It was all Fanny’s doing, she forced me! My art wasn’t making it big, I painted every day, but couldn’t earn a dime. My family mocked me, pressured me to give up. She forced me, she sold my paintings, and I had to give her ninety percent of the profits…. I had no choice. We’re poor, I needed the money…

tear up

many of the other artists couldn’t help but

are so many artists, but how many of them are truly known? What do the rest live on? The process of chasing dreams is painful, they are human too, they have families. How many wives scorn their husbands for not having a steady income, leading

to no one. Yet it was because of these dream

remain.

wrong, but his methods lacked the integrity you would expect from an

grew heavy, and someone sighed, “So, what’s the point of our

spoke up, “It’s about dreams

Everyone paused.

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gentle, her speech slow and deliberate, “Watercolor art is becoming less and less noticed. If we don’t stick with it, will it one day

little straighter, a sense of

also can’t abandon life for our dreams, right? 1. think our Art Association should take on some projects, provide some work and income. Ballaster, that video game

think that’s a

Art Association members perked up, their spirits lifted, but then a worry crossed their minds, “But what

spoke up smoothly, “I’ll make a call.”

up her phone and dialed Everard’s number. It was answered promptly, his deep voice coming through,

fell silent for a moment before saying,

Everard’s every word seemed to flirt effortlessly, “I’m all ears when

“Do you have

silence on

replica of that painting would be

and it was normal

didn’t have one.

about to speak again when Everard said,

it to the gallery

can’t get there

“Fine.”