My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 515

Chapter 515 Grant’s Obsession

Grant kicked the table in irritation. “Tell them to move faster! I can’t wait any longer!”

“Alright. I’ll hurry them. I’ll go call right now!”

Alaric hurriedly got up to make the call.

At that moment, a few other partners from the studio also arrived. After some lively banter, they called for the manager to bring over some hostesses to drink and have fun with.

“Get one for Grant?”

“Of course! Grant has been working hard lately. Hey, Edgar, you go pick one yourself. Make sure to choose someone who suits Grant’s taste.”

Seeing Grant drinking gloomily without objecting, Edgar Maine patted his chest. “Leave it to me.”.

He got up and followed the manager out to make the selection. Soon after, he brought in over a dozen brightly dressed, variously styled, beautiful women.

“Hey, take a look. Guaranteed to be the finest in all of Velvet Midnight!”

“Nice one, Edgar. Each one is so fresh.”

“Let Grant pick first!”

The group egged Grant on to choose a companion first.

Grant was drinking in a small booth behind a crystal bead curtain and didn’t even lift his eyelids. “Not interested.”

Pushing aside the beads, Edgar leaned in and took the glass from Grant’s hand. “Grant, the guys all know you’ve been under a lot of pressure lately. How about… letting off some steam?”

Grant’s eyes darkened. He stared only at the glass in Edgar’s hand, clenching his jaw as he spat out a single word, “Get lost.”

Seeing Grant’s fierce glare, which didn’t look like he was joking, Edgar felt thoroughly snubbed and didn’t dare push further. Forcing a smile, he returned the glass to Grant’s hand.

“Alright, Grant’s not interested. Let’s play on our own.”

“Sure, Edgar, you pick first then.”

“Deal!”

Edgar gestured for the women to line up. He sat grandly in the main seat, scanning them over.

This exhilarating feeling of superiority, born from the intertwining of money and power, was indescribably intoxicating.

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Edgar was feeling high when his gaze paused on the slender second–to–last woman.

“That second–to–last one… she looks a bit familiar.”

The others glanced over. “Hey, she really does.”

They exchanged meaningful looks.

Edgar’s eyes lit up. He glanced back at Grant, who was still lost in his drink, and a wicked idea suddenly formed.

Honestly, he quite liked the good–girl type like Oriana.

He and Grant were university roommates. Back in their student days, watching Oriana chase after Grant, tirelessly enduring his disdain without leaving, he had been insanely jealous!

He had originally thought to wait for the right moment–when Oriana had hit enough walls with Grant- and then make his move. A woman with a broken heart would be easiest to swoop in on.

But he never expected Grant to suddenly have an accident, his life falling apart, and yet Oriana stuck by

him.

Damn!

Grant was so damn lucky!

How did he end up with such a great woman in this life?

Later, when Grant and Oriana got together, Edgar, who had been waiting for his chance, naturally lost his opportunity.

But every time he saw them together, seein only Grant, Edgar felt incredibly sour inside.

Oriana’s clear, innocent face and those bright eyes that held

He was nearly bursting with envy and jealousy.

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