My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 171

**Chapter 171: Praise**

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“Soren, I really shouldn’t be bothering you with this,” Mia began hesitantly, her voice barely above a whisper, “but you know how Nyla has been spoiled throughout her life. She’s incredibly headstrong and feels entitled to everything. The mentor’s name is William—he’s an old friend of both Mr. Stone and Mr. Caldwell. You have some influence with Mr. Stone. Could you possibly say a good word for Nyla?”

Soren’s response was immediate and fierce. “Nonsense!” he barked, his tone cutting through the air like a knife. “Do you even realize who Mr. Stone is? The man has dedicated the better part of his life to hard work. He’s been retired for just a few years and is still struggling to regain his health. And you two want to impose on him with this nonsense? Mia, how dare you even suggest it!”

Mia shrank back, her voice trembling. “But why is it that Luna can approach Mr. Stone for support? Why can’t we? You’ve worked alongside him for years, and you’re his most trusted aide.”

“Enough!” Soren snapped, his voice low and menacing. “You don’t comprehend a single thing. How Mr. Stone makes his decisions is entirely his prerogative. His word is law—I would throw myself into the fire for him if he asked. And as for anything else, no one is permitted to disturb him, not even for a moment.”

The gravity of Soren’s words hung heavily in the air. “Especially not for some pampered brat like Nyla. If she desires a mentor, she should earn it herself. Does she really believe she can lean on her parents or uncles forever? Just the thought of it makes my skin crawl!”

“This matter is not to be mentioned again. That’s final.” His voice left no room for argument.

Beep, beep, beep—

“So, what did Uncle say?” Nyla asked impatiently, hovering beside Mia, her eyes sparkling with a mix of hope and entitlement.

Mia shook her head, placing the phone down with a sigh. “Nyla, I’ve already told you—Mr. Stone is your uncle’s bottom line. No one is allowed to bring it up. He didn’t agree.”

Nyla pouted, frustration evident on her face. “Uncle is being way too harsh!” she muttered under her breath, crossing her arms defiantly. “Luna gets to use him to climb into our family business, and we can’t even ask him for a simple favor? It’s just one word from Mr. Stone!”

Mia tried to reassure her, “Alright, Nyla, I’ll think of something. Don’t worry. Dealing with William isn’t a big issue.”

“It’s not just about William!” Nyla exclaimed, her voice rising in indignation. She stood abruptly, her frustration bubbling over as she faced Mia’s bewildered expression. “I’ll handle it myself! I’m not just going to let this slide!”

With that declaration, she stormed upstairs, leaving Mia and her husband Forrest exchanging concerned glances, the weight of the situation settling heavily upon them.

Meanwhile, Micah had been busy crafting an array of lychee desserts for Oriana, pouring his heart into each creation, even packing them into a charming little lunchbox for her to take to school.

After a couple of days of recovery, Lily had become adept with her crutches, moving around with surprising speed.

When Oriana unveiled the desserts she had brought—iced, vibrant lychee and sweet mangosteen snow ice swirling together—no girl could possibly resist such a delightful temptation.

“Wow, Micah is incredibly talented! These could literally be sold at a premium! They look so fancy!” Oriana exclaimed, her eyes wide with admiration.

She wasn’t yet sure if Grant would be attending, and the last thing she wanted was to create unnecessary trouble for anyone by making special exceptions.

She smoothed her expression, trying to mask her apprehension. “It’s fine. It shouldn’t be a problem. I’ll tell Mr. Harris this afternoon.”

“Okay!” Lily replied, her enthusiasm undeterred.

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That afternoon, Oriana made her way to the Multi-Disciplinary Team office, where Cormac was preparing to introduce a new team member.

“This is Nyla from the Oncology Center,” he announced, a hint of pride in his voice. “Although Dr. Dixon is young, her academic experience surpasses that of many ordinary physicians here. At just sixteen, she was invited to the prestigious Meradin Medical Exchange Conference. She truly stands out among her peers. Let’s give her a warm welcome.”

Nyla walked in with an air of confidence, her long, wavy hair pinned up today, showcasing her graceful neck.

She scanned the room slowly, her eyes finally landing on the unassuming Oriana tucked away in the corner.

A slight smile graced her red lips as she addressed the group. “It’s a pleasure to meet you all.”