My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 580

Chapter 580 Anxiety

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As he turned toward her, a soft glow seemed to kindle within the sightless depths of Micah’s eyes, shimmering with life. “Oriana, you are brilliant and extraordinary. It is no surprise that the heavens would choose to favor you.”

Oriana’s heart melted.

She remembered her time with the Sterling family. Bramwell used to say she had no ambition, that she was just a love–struck fool who wasted her life chasing after men. He called her narrow–minded, cheap, and pathetic.

When he found out she wasn’t a biological Sterling, the insults grew even more vicious. He called her a bad seed, a hopeless case who would never amount to anything, destined for a life of misery and insignificance.

She had been belittled, suppressed, summoned, and dismissed at a whim.

But now, there was someone who held her hand with genuine warmth, calling her his blessing. Someone who offered her a broad, steady chest to lean on, telling her with absolute certainty that she was extraordinary and deserving of luck.

Someone finally truly cherished her.

“Micah, thank you for finding me in this life.”

He gripped her hand tightly, and they leaned into each other, heads touching.

Oriana looked past him, gazing out the window at the distant woods, the birds in flight, and the city skyline beyond.

She was confident that when she brought Micah back here, he would be able to see this breathtaking view with his own eyes.

Two days passed. Oriana and Micah seemed to have vanished into thin air.

Despite the passage of time, the two protagonists of the scandal remained unseen. Even the silver–tongued reporters couldn’t fabricate new updates without visuals, and the internet gossip mill gradually shifted its attention elsewhere.

Grant, however, was losing his mind. He waited and waited, but Oriana never came to him, nor did any new evidence of their marital strife appear online. By the second day, his patience had snapped.

Alaric was grilled by Grant no less than ten times a day. But the Caldwell family and the hospital had locked down the information so tightly that not even a shadow of the couple could be found.

Desperate, Alaric had even tried bribing a nurse at the hospital for information. But she took the money and immediately reported him. If Alaric hadn’t been careful enough to use his assistant’s account for the transfer, he might have been sitting in a detention cell right now.

Disheveled and exhausted after barely escaping that mess, he returned to the office. The moment he

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Chapter 580 Anxiety

pushed open Grant’s door, a heavy fountain pen came hurtling toward his face.

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Alaric instinctively ducked, turning his head to look at the Montblanc lying on the floor, its sharp nib glistening. His heart raced.

If he hadn’t dodged in time, that pen would have stabbed right into him.

“Grant?”

Grant was seething with a suffocating mix of anxiety and rage, his body tense, his temper utterly out of control.

He didn’t even look at Alaric, oblivious to his friend’s shaken state. He just lashed out. “If you don’t have news, why the hell did you come back?”

Alaric clenched his fists, feeling a surge of grievance. “Grant, the Caldwell family has completely locked down the information. I was almost set up and caught because of it. You-”

Grant didn’t listen to a word, waving his hand in disgust. “That’s because you’re incompetent. You can’t even find two living people. What use are you?”

His rage spiraled out of control. “In all these years, have you ever done a single thing right? You can’t handle the simplest tasks. If it weren’t for our history, do you think I’d still keep you around?”

Alaric slowly stood up. He picked up the Montblanc from the floor and placed it back on Grant’s desk.

Staring gloomily at the pen, he answered mechanically, “I’ll have someone look again.”

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