My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 290

Chapter 289 Richer Than the Caldwells

Chapter 289 Richer Than the Caldwells

“Oriana.”

“Mm?”

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Zara leaned closer to her phone, clearly trying to whisper something. Oriana noticed her intentions and immediately stepped aside into a quiet corner.

“All right, what is it?”

Zara grinned mischievously, wiggling her brows. “No wonder you’re so obsessed with Micah. I get it now- your secret snacks are really something.”

Oriana blinked. “Snacks? What are you talking about?”

“Oh, please. He moved fast, but I still caught a glimpse–those pecs, those abs, and that face? Perfection. Sweet smile, lethal waist. The perfect mix of soft and sinful. Too bad your camera didn’t tilt a little lower. I could’ve used my years of experience to give you a professional evaluation, you know, for… size accuracy.”

Oriana glanced toward Micah in alarm. He was still towel–drying his hair, seemingly unaware of the conversation.

Only then did she breathe again, quickly covering the phone’s mic with her hand in case Zara blurted something worse.

“Zara!”

“I know, I know!” Zara said between laughs. “I won’t ruin your romantic night. Go enjoy your evening! It’s gaming time for me. Bye.”

She made a silly face and hung up.

Zara rolled over on her hotel bed and logged into her favorite game. Moments later, a message popped up from her friend list.

It was from Shadowling. He had just sent her a full set of legendary skins, the kind that cost over two thousand.

Zara sat up instantly, eyes wide.

Granny Guns, “Whoa, Shadowling, did you hit the jackpot?”

Shadowling, “I got some pocket money. Here’s your gift.”

Granny Guns, “Your family celebrates this festival rather early, huh?”

Shadowling, “Yours too?”

Granny Guns, “No, but my best friend’s in–laws gave her one. Guess how many?”

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Kenny was lounging back in his chair, popping chocolates into his mouth. He tilted his head thoughtfully.

Grandpa’s envelope for Oriana had looked thin. Probably just a few thousand, maybe ten at most. Couldn’t be more than that.

Shadowling. “A few thousand?”

Granny Guns sent an understated emoji. “There are thousands, yes, but thousands of them. She got ten million.”

Shadowling, “What? Who the hell did your friend marry, a billionaire?”

Kenny was genuinely stunned. His circle was full of wealthy heirs, and these festival blessings were such trivial money that no one even mentioned them. He’d never compared before.

In his life, the most Noah or his parents had ever given him was a few thousand, and for big purchases, he had to ask for more.

To him, a few thousand was already a lot, especially for a daughter–in–law.

But ten million?

Granny Guns, “Something like that. They’re filthy rich anyway. Maybe that’s just a Jindiwood tradition, giving that much?”

A Jindiwood tradition?

Kenny felt like he’d just been punched in the soul.

Who the hell in Jindiwood could possibly be richer than his own family?

This mysterious billionaire family wasn’t as rich as the Caldwells, yet they gave even more money to their daughter–in–law.

Then what Noah gave Oriana was basically pocket change.

The more he thought about it, the more it bothered him.

He had been feeling proud about his own envelope earlier, but now he just felt weirdly guilty–like his family had shortchanged Oriana.

How annoying!

Kenny raked his pale blue hair into a messy nest and grumbled under his breath. Then, with a sigh, he opened his contacts and pulled Niamh off the blacklist.

He started a video call. Cordell and Niamh were in Etheland, just about to have lunch when the call came through.

Seeing her son’s name pop up, Niamh was surprised. It had been weeks since she’d heard from him directly.

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“Sweetheart, you’re not mad at me anymore?”

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Niamh was in her early forties, but with her flawless skin and elegant features, she looked barely thirty.

Kenny’s eyes darted mischievously. “Grandpa just gave us money. Since you guys aren’t coming back for the holiday, shouldn’t you show some love from overseas too?”

“You little brat,” Niamh said, half exasperated and half amused. “Didn’t you want that Maserati? Your father and I already arranged the full payment. We’ll transfer it to your account tomorrow.”

“Really? Thanks, Mom and Dad!”

Kenny grinned from ear to ear, but then his expression turned sly. “Oh, and what about my cousin’s share? You always handle these family gestures. He’s married now, so don’t forget to prepare something special.”

Niamh stared at the screen, speechless. Her son was a loyal idiot when it came to Micah.

Still, she cherished the fact that Kenny had finally stopped ignoring her. She sighed. “Fine. I’ll take care of

it.”

“That’s more like it,” Kenny said. “Make it generous, okay? At least ten million. More if you can swing it.”

Niamh was sure she had misheard him. Cordell almost dropped his coffee cup.

“How much did you just say?” she roared.

“Kenny, are you out of your mind? You want us to hand over that much money to Micah and his wife for nothing?”

Niamh’s chest rose and fell in outrage.

Kenny waved it off. “What’s the big deal? Other families give their daughters–in–law two million: We’re rich too. It’s not like it’s going to strangers.”