My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 157

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen 157**
**CONTENT: Chapter 157 Small Talk**

Oriana found herself momentarily speechless as she absorbed the lively chatter that spilled from Lily’s lips. It was as if the very air around them crackled with excitement, and Oriana couldn’t help but feel a rush of disbelief mixed with intrigue.

In truth, if Zara had been present at that moment, she would have undoubtedly been clapping her hands in glee, her eyes sparkling with delight.

This was precisely the kind of audacious move one would expect from a billionaire—bold, extravagant, and utterly captivating.

“10 Free Coins,” the thought flickered through Oriana’s mind, a small reminder of the whimsical nature of their conversation.

“But didn’t they mention that only a chosen one can enter? Maybe it’s all about fate,” Oriana quipped, her tone light and teasing, though a hint of seriousness lingered in her voice.

Lily shrugged her shoulders, her expression a mix of curiosity and mischief. “Who really knows? The doors open today! Let’s check in later and see if there’s any buzz about it.”

With a playful wiggle of her brows, she added, “Or perhaps we’ll be lucky enough to qualify as the chosen ones, right?”

Oriana burst into laughter, her eyes sparkling with amusement as she retorted, “Weren’t you the one just saying we’d never make it in?”

Lily lightly patted her cheeks, her playful demeanor infectious. “Hey, at least we might have a shot. Let’s just swing by the entrance. If it doesn’t pan out, it’s no biggie.”

“Alright then,” Oriana replied, her smile widening. “After class, we’ll go check it out.”

To their delight, their class concluded early that day, gifting them with a lengthy lunch break to revel in their plans.

“Yes!” Lily exclaimed, performing a little celebratory dance in her seat, her joy contagious.

As they walked closer to the hospital, Oriana couldn’t help but notice how Lily transformed; the initial shyness melted away to reveal a vibrant personality that radiated cheerfulness and energy. The quiet, timid facade she wore around strangers was a mere mask, easily shed when she felt comfortable.

While Oriana diligently reviewed her lesson notes, her phone buzzed insistently, pulling her attention away. It was a call from William. “There are two case files in the office cabinet, third drawer. Bring them over when you can,” he instructed, his tone brisk yet familiar.

That day, William, along with a team of specialists, had been invited to the Jindiwood Oncology Center to discuss treatment strategies for a pancreatic cancer patient burdened with multiple complications.

Oriana quickly located the files and replied, “Got it. I’m on my way now.”

After bidding farewell to Lily, she hurried toward the nearby hospital, her mind racing with thoughts of the important meeting ahead.

Following the room number, she knocked gently on the meeting room door and stepped inside, handing the files to William.

He accepted them, glanced up, and gestured for her to come closer.

Leaning in, she caught his whispered words, “I’ve already listed your name on the school’s website. Hurry up and submit your advisor application before someone else snatches the spot—I’m in high demand, you know.”

A warm smile blossomed in Oriana’s eyes. “Alright, I’ll head back and submit it right away.”

William grunted in approval before turning his attention back to the ongoing discussion, his focus unwavering.

“Mr. Harris? I heard whispers that he’s taken on a new student, someone who’s even joined his Multi-Disciplinary Team,” the other woman mused thoughtfully.

“Now that Mr. Harris is back as an advisor, could it be that he’s already reserved that opportunity for her?”

Nyla, clearly invested in the topic, didn’t seem to take the rumors to heart.

Her lips curled faintly in amusement. “Yeah, I heard that too. Supposedly, it’s some teaching assistant from Seabar. It’s probably just a whim on his part—there’s no way he’d create special opportunities just for her. And to be his real student, she’d still need to pass the graduate entrance exam first.”

“True enough. Still, Nyla, everyone knows how capable you are. You’ve got the foundation and the hands-on experience. Not many can match that,” the other doctor replied, a note of encouragement in her voice.

Oriana remained silent, absorbing their conversation as she awaited the elevator.

It seemed that the competition this time would be fiercer than she had anticipated.

Nyla’s voice broke the momentary silence as she stepped forward. “Alright, once this wraps up, go back to the hospital with my mom. I have a lunch meeting.”

“With whom?”

“Someone from Jindiwood University’s medical department. Supposedly, she’s well-connected—my uncle even arranged the meeting. Her fiancé’s been making headlines lately. My parents met them last night and decided to collaborate, so they want me to get to know her better.”

Just then, the elevator chimed open, revealing a cramped space filled with patients. Closest to the door was a man in a wheelchair, one leg elevated in a cast, barefoot, his skin marred with blistered sores.