My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 217

**Chapter 217: The Rose That Spoke of Power**

Willow exhaled a heavy sigh, her heart still wrestling with disbelief. How could anyone be so extravagant?

Emma’s brows furrowed slightly, a momentary flicker of irritation crossing her features before she quickly composed herself, embodying the poise of a woman who had mastered the art of running this sprawling ranch.

With a piercing gaze, she directed a frosty look at Willow, who had just blurted out her thoughts without a second thought. Emma’s eyes held a quiet authority, a commanding presence that demanded respect.

“You likely wouldn’t understand this,” Emma remarked, her voice cool and measured. “But that Juliet rose isn’t something you’d encounter in a typical flower shop. It’s a rare and opulent variety that graces European royal weddings—it’s the epitome of elegance and extravagance. I had the privilege of seeing one at the Chelsea Flower Show. This,” she gestured toward the flower, “is precisely that.”

Her words struck like a thunderclap. Willow’s face flushed crimson with embarrassment, and the onlookers appeared equally taken aback, their expressions a mix of shock and awe.

Weston, the ranch owner, was not just a man of land; he was also the mastermind behind yacht and supercar clubs. It was no surprise that his wife had experienced far more of the world than the rest of them could imagine.

An uneasy silence enveloped the crowd. Luna fidgeted, her discomfort palpable, as if she were on the brink of voicing her thoughts.

But before she could articulate her words, a low, resonant hum filled the air, gradually intensifying as it approached.

Everyone’s gaze shot upward in astonishment. A helicopter was circling above, slowly descending toward the very field where they stood, casting a shadow over them.

Were they truly about to—

The helicopter slowed, hovering in midair like a bird poised to land.

A rope ladder unfurled, and two foreign men, secured in safety harnesses, descended with remarkable agility.

They approached Oriana, mirroring the respectful nod of the suited man who had come before them.

In polished English, they spoke, “Mrs. Caldwell, please rest assured. We’ll ensure the safe delivery of the Juliet rose to Jindiwood.”

The crowd collectively gasped, disbelief washing over them.

Did they just hear that correctly?

A single flower required a helicopter and two specialists for its transport to Jindiwood?

Emma’s keen eyes caught sight of the badges adorning the two men’s chests. Her smile broadened, filled with newfound certainty. “That confirms it. Each Juliet rose is accompanied by two dedicated caretakers and a unique tracking code.”

Turning to Oriana with a polite demeanor, she continued, “Would you mind if I captured a photo? I’m an avid floral design enthusiast. I only managed to admire the Juliet rose from afar at the Chelsea Flower Show, and I didn’t even get a picture back then. It’s truly an honor to see it up close today. Ms. Sterling, I would be immensely grateful for the opportunity.”

Oriana nodded graciously. “Of course.”

“Thank you ever so much!”

Radiating excitement, Emma retrieved her phone and began snapping pictures of the Juliet rose from various angles, her enthusiasm palpable.

Once she finished, she turned back to Oriana, her eyes sparkling. “Your husband really went above and beyond with this gift. It takes more than just wealth to arrange for Juliet rose specialists like this.”

Oriana offered a soft smile in response. “Thank you.”

Weston’s gaze shifted to Oriana, a contemplative expression painting his features as he observed her quietly.

Just moments ago, Willow and her companions had mocked Oriana’s extravagant gift, treating it like a joke. Now, they stood in stunned silence, their smug expressions wiped clean.

Naturally, Luna and her group looked equally humiliated.

Who would have imagined that Oriana’s chubby, unassuming husband would be so generous?

A single flower, thirty million.

Luna’s bitterness churned within her, threatening to spill over.

Grant’s jaw clenched, his deep-set eyes blazing with barely contained fury.

Micah!

He had to be orchestrating this spectacle on purpose.

He must have known Grant would be present today, pulling this stunt to humiliate him through Oriana.

Grant’s gaze fell on Oriana’s soft smile, and it felt like a dagger twisting in his gut.

Oriana, do you truly believe Micah loves you?

You’re falling for the illusion he’s crafted!

I will show you who genuinely cares about you. Who truly understands you. It’s me.