My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 370

Chapter 370 Slander

Luna wasn’t even surprised.

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Of course, Oriana must’ve been badmouthing her and the entire Sterling family behind their backs!

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On the surface, Oriana pretended to be aloof, calm, and noble–but behind closed doors, she was nothing but manipulative and scheming, always trying to come out on top.

A mocking smile tugged at Luna’s lips. Then, suddenly, something seemed to spark in her mind–her expression lit up with malicious delight.

She fixed her gaze on the man’s tall, broad back and let out a soft, taunting laugh. “Sir, do you really believe everything Oriana tells you? Do you even know what kind of person she used to be? Do you know how pathetically she once threw herself at a man–how she nearly lost her mind over him? Or that your so- called ‘noble‘ wife used to get cozy with men old enough to be her–ah!”

Her scream cut off sharply. A sharp pain tore through her scalp.

Ever since bringing the Sterling family back, Luna had been meticulously caring for her hair, spending considerable effort to transform it from dry and frizzy to the silky, glossy smoothness it had today.

Luna felt both hurt and humiliated, forced to tilt her head back, her eyes flashing with fury. “Oriana! How dare you lay a hand on me?”

Oriana yanked the lounge curtain closed, glancing at Luna with a cold, mocking smirk.

“If you’re going to gossip behind someone’s back, be prepared to face the consequences.”

“I think you’re just feeling guilty because I hit the truth! Besides, every word I said was true. Last time, weren’t you at the hospital with two older men, ah! Let go of me!”

Oriana’s grip only tightened, pulling harder until Luna’s scalp burned.

Luna let out another piercing scream, drawing the attention of the women nearby. In panic, she swiped her sharp, manicured nails toward Oriana’s face–fully intending to leave permanent marks.

Her movements were frantic and vicious, as if she wanted nothing more than to disfigure Oriana completely!

But Oriana moved faster. She dodged back a step, caught Lana’s hair by the ends, and threw her straight into the arms of the shrieking socialites.

“Ow!”

“Ms. Sterling, are you okay?”

“Oh my god–look at her hair! She lost a huge chunk of it!”

Luna froze in horror, clutching her head. If looks could kill, Oriana would’ve been sliced into pieces on the

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Chapter 370 Slander

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Kieran stepped forward immediately, his presence cold and sharp as a blade, blocking Oriana protectively.

Luna’s eyes reddened with fury–now even the assistant was guarding her!

Oriana, arms folded, smirked. “Still standing there? You might want to fix your hair before it’s too late–it would be a shame if you went bald.”

Luna trembled with rage, teeth clenched so tight her jaw ached. “Oriana, enjoy it while you can! One day, you’ll be the one looking up at me!”

With that, she stormed off, holding her head and her pride, both equally wounded.

Oriana exhaled, half amused, half speechless.

She honestly couldn’t understand why Luna was so obsessed with competing against her–why she insisted on treating her as some sort of lifelong rival.

Was it really just because they’d been switched at birth and raised in each other’s families?

Her eyes darkened slightly at the thought, but then a hand suddenly rose in front of her, giving her a big thumbs–up.

Kieran looked at her with mock reverence. “Mrs. Caldwell, that was magnificent.”

Oriana burst out laughing. “You sure you don’t mean feral?”

It was, after all, the first time in her life she’d ever resorted to hair–pulling.

But god, it had felt so satisfying.

Luna had crossed too many lines–dragging Grant into it was one thing, but to smear her dad’s comrades? That was beyond forgiveness.

A flash of cold anger flickered in Oriana’s eyes, but it faded quickly. She sighed softly, then told Kieran to take a break elsewhere before pulling back the curtain and stepping inside.

Micah was seated on the sofa, head slightly bowed in thought, his expression unreadable.

“Micah,” she called gently, “I’m done changing.”

She sat down beside him, lightly hooking her pinky around his. “What’s with the face? Are you mad?”

His tone was calm, almost too calm. “You handled Luna on your own. I couldn’t be prouder. Why would I

be mad?”

Exactly. That was his mad face.

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