My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart (Oriana) novel Chapter 83

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**
**Chapter 83: Clash in the Boutique**

Oriana’s steps faltered for a brief moment, her heart quickening as she turned her head to glance over her shoulder. The boutique was bustling, but amidst the chatter and laughter, her attention was drawn to a pair of figures being warmly welcomed by the sales associates.

Sure enough, the familiar sight of Luna emerged, her arm linked casually with that of a middle-aged woman—Sloane Holloway, Grant’s paternal aunt.

A flood of memories washed over Oriana. She recalled the dark days following the tragic loss of Grant’s parents, when he was a mere shadow of himself, confined to a wheelchair and spiraling into despair. During those trying times, Oriana had been a steadfast presence, tirelessly caring for him, nurturing him back to life. Sloane had been there too, though her words echoed in Oriana’s mind. With that same beaming smile, she had grasped Oriana’s hands tightly, her gratitude pouring forth as she called Oriana the Holloway family’s savior, Grant’s second chance at life. The last time she had accompanied Grant back to his hometown, Sloane had even made him kneel at his parents’ graves, swearing to uphold their legacy and be good only to her.

And now…

“Ms. Holloway, please don’t say that,” Luna interjected sweetly, her tone dripping with false sincerity. “Oriana also did a lot for Grant. If not for her merit, there’s still hard work…”

Sloane’s face contorted with disdain. “What hard work? Whatever care she gave Grant in those early years, didn’t he repay her enough? That debt is settled! Our Grant is a big boss now, with a bright future ahead. And Oriana? A poor student, destined to work for others after graduation. How could she possibly be worthy of Grant?”

Oriana felt a pang in her chest at Sloane’s venomous words. Grant had indeed come from humble beginnings, and Sloane, with her sun-darkened skin and wrinkled hands from years of farm labor, embodied the struggles of their past. Yet here she was, looking down on Oriana with such contempt, her ugly demeanor laid bare for all to see.

Luna subtly withdrew her hand from Sloane’s rough grasp, her eyes dancing with amusement at the unfolding drama. Sloane’s disdain for Oriana was palpable, and Luna’s mood brightened at the sight of it.

Grant had always held familial loyalty in high regard. With his parents gone, Sloane had become his only elder, and despite the shifts in their social standings, he still treated her with respect. If he weren’t currently ignoring her calls and messages, Sloane wouldn’t have felt the need to come here. Though coarse and brash, Sloane was keen enough to realize that she was the one truly deserving of Grant’s favor.

Oriana was nothing in her eyes!

“By that logic,” a voice cut through the tension like a knife, cool and unwavering, “the highest education in your family is high school. Your son couldn’t even finish middle school, can’t hold a proper job, and merely scrapes by on a meager welfare salary of three thousand hung under Grant’s company. With such a… lowly status, how do you have the nerve to consider yourself worthy of being Grant’s relative?”

The sales associate, who had initially been helping Luna, stiffened at the audacity of her request. “Ms. Sterling, that’s not really…”

“The customer is always right. Since when does a shopgirl get a say?” Sloane snapped at the associate, her tone sharp and dismissive. She then turned to Luna, her voice dripping with scorn. “She definitely wants to buy it to curry favor with Grant. Look at her shabby, stingy appearance, trying to buy luxury goods? She needs to be taught a lesson to know her place!”

A cold glint flashed in Luna’s eyes, her expression shifting as she assessed the suit Oriana had chosen. The black satin with peaked lapels was undeniably elegant—noble and romantic. But it was also clear that it required a certain physique and confidence to wear it well. Luna recalled the man who had picked Oriana up that day; he was decent among ordinary people but carried the aura of a corporate drone. There was no way he could suit such top-tier formalwear. What could you expect from a family that collected scraps?

This suit… if Oriana wasn’t selecting it for Grant, then for whom? Playing hard to get, saying one thing and doing another—what a shameless flirt!

“Luna, must you take everything from me?” Oriana asked, her voice laced with sarcasm, though she was not surprised by the confrontation.

“Oriana, how can you call it taking…” Luna’s gaze softened as she stepped closer, her voice dropping to a conspiratorial whisper, just for Oriana’s ears. “These things originally belonged to me. You just got lucky and enjoyed them for a few years. Now, they’re merely being returned to their rightful owner.”