My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 134

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 134**
**Content: Chapter 134 Grant’s Accusation**

“Mr. Pike, you have always prided yourself on recognizing talent. Are you truly going to stand idly by while Micah continues to assert his dominance without any checks?” Grant’s voice was steady, but inside, a storm of anxiety brewed.

Before he had even laid eyes on Jett, Grant had meticulously scoured every piece of information he could find about the upper echelons of the Center. He had learned of Zephyr’s celebrated reputation for nurturing talent and attracting the finest engineers in the field. This knowledge had planted a seed of confidence within him, one that he hoped would bloom into something more substantial.

As he spoke, he noticed a flicker of change in Zephyr’s demeanor; the hardness in his expression began to soften, as if the scales of judgment were slowly tilting in Grant’s favor. The moment felt electric, charged with a potential that could either elevate him or lead to his downfall.

Grant allowed a sly smile to creep onto his lips, stoking the fire of persuasion one last time. “Micah’s ascent to his current position was not solely his own doing. It was the result of the Center’s unwavering support and the collaborative efforts of those around him. Yet, he has the audacity to consider himself the sole architect of our collective achievements, wielding them as if they were mere tools for manipulation.”

He leaned forward slightly, his voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper. “Today, he regards me with nothing but contempt and dares to threaten you. But tomorrow, if he decides to replace me, will it truly be as simple as instructing you to vacate his territory, Mr. Pike?” The final words hung in the air, icy and sharp, cutting through the tension like a knife.

The audacity of his challenge was palpable, and he knew he had crossed a line. Grant had put everything on the table; he was prepared to face Micah, no matter the cost. If he failed to secure his place within the Center today, the doors might very well close behind him forever.

An oppressive silence enveloped the room, thick with unspoken thoughts and shared apprehension. Every face in the room had turned serious, their expressions grave and cautious. No one dared to utter a word, the weight of the moment pressing down on them all. Only Micah remained aloof, his demeanor utterly detached, as if he were watching a performance unfold rather than participating in it.

Grant’s fists clenched at his sides, frustration boiling within him. How could Zephyr even contemplate siding with a self-serving tyrant like Micah, allowing him to monopolize power within the Center? The thought was infuriating.

After what felt like an eternity, Zephyr finally rose from his seat, extending a hand toward Grant with a measured calmness. “You make a valid point. I do indeed value talent, particularly those who can contribute meaningfully to the Center’s mission.”

Grant’s tense expression began to soften, a flicker of hope igniting within him. Had he actually succeeded in this gamble? It appeared that this time, Micah’s own actions had played a critical role in the unfolding drama.

With a forced smile, Grant extended his palm toward Zephyr. “Mr. Pike, with your discernment, I hope—”

“Mr. Holloway, I wish your team all the best in their endeavors. Even if we cannot find a way to collaborate, we will still celebrate your accomplishments.”

The words struck Grant like a thunderbolt, leaving him momentarily speechless. He pulled his hand back, shock etched across his face. “What did you just say?”

The act was over; the facade had crumbled. He pointed an accusatory finger at Micah on the screen, his eyes burning with indignation. “You’re choosing him? Zephyr, have you lost your senses?”

“Grant—”

“Mr. Holloway—”

Alaric and Oscar, both visibly alarmed, grasped him from either side in an attempt to restrain him. Even Jett wore a scowl, his brow furrowed in concern. “Mr. Holloway, please, mind your words!”

Zephyr glanced at the papers, his eyes scanning them quickly.

Even without the video evidence, it was clear that Micah had prepared meticulously. He had laid out precise conclusions based on data analysis, demonstrating that Grant’s team fell woefully short of the standards necessary to join the Center.

The final note explicitly criticized Grant’s team for being overly ambitious and self-serving, detrimental to any chance of collaboration.

If Zephyr hadn’t witnessed it himself, he might have found it hard to believe.

Now, he regretted having wasted over half an hour on this matter.

It was undeniable—age sometimes led to misjudgments.

Taking a deep breath, he addressed Micah over the phone. “Micah, we will proceed as you suggested. Make sure to rest well. Your health is our priority.”

Micah, unfazed by the conversation, replied, “Understood.”

With that, he decisively ended the call, leaving the room in a heavy silence, the air thick with the tension of unresolved conflict.