My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 11

**TITLE: He Returned to Break and Own Me and for His Queen**

**Chapter 11: A Slip**

“Just a minute; wasn’t that speech the same one we heard on the school radio yesterday?” a student wondered aloud, brow furrowing in confusion.

“Absolutely! I remember it clearly. The article was so captivating that I couldn’t tear myself away until the very end before I headed home. It left me feeling so inspired,” another chimed in, nodding in agreement.

“Wait a second, wasn’t that piece penned by Oriana Sterling from Seábar University? But the girl onstage is Luna Sterling,” someone else pointed out, their voice tinged with intrigue.

“They’re both part of the Sterling family, after all. Maybe Oriana is just a pseudonym for Luna?” another student suggested, trying to piece together the puzzle.

“That could be true, but why would she deliver the same speech twice?” came the skeptical reply.

As the students continued to murmur among themselves, their chatter quickly escalated into a cacophony of voices. It didn’t take long for the teachers, responsible for maintaining order, to step in and restore some semblance of calm.

Meanwhile, onstage, Bramwell and the other dignitaries assumed that the stir was merely a reaction to Luna’s commanding presence and her calm, confident delivery. They were convinced that her poise had left the students utterly awestruck, prompting them to shower her with even more praise.

“And finally, may each of you here remain driven and reach for the peak,” Luna concluded, her voice resonating across the field.

For a brief moment, the crowd fell silent, as if they were collectively holding their breath. Then, like a wave crashing against the shore, thunderous applause erupted, filling the air with energy and admiration.

Luna basked in the warm glow of their admiration, a graceful smile gracing her lips as she returned to her seat, her composure unshaken.

Next came the speeches from the school representatives, the parents, and the junior students who were on the brink of entering their final year. As the hours rolled by, the rally concluded with great success.

The school had arranged for the VIPs to exit first, ensuring a smooth departure.

Backstage, Luna linked her arm with Grant, a gesture that felt both natural and reassuring. Bramwell, Evelyn, and a handful of entrepreneurs followed closely behind. Accompanied by the Deputy Director of the Department of Education, they approached the provincial leader with a sense of purpose.

Extending her hand with practiced grace, Luna introduced herself, her charm evident. “Mr. Marsh, it’s a pleasure to see you again. We met at the investment promotion fair,” she said, her tone warm yet professional.

Silas Marsh accepted her handshake, a faint smile playing on his lips, though his words carried a deeper significance. “Luna, you don’t recall? Our paths crossed not just at the fair. Years ago, we also met at Mr. Stone’s residence.”

Gasps rippled through the group, shock evident on their faces.

Xander Stone was not just any figure; he was a decorated war hero and an honorary general, a name that resonated with respect and reverence.

Since his retirement, he had retreated into seclusion, so much so that even the most prominent figures in Jindiwood struggled to secure a visit. Yet here was Luna, who, as a young girl, had somehow crossed the threshold of his home and met him face to face.

Even Grant and the others appeared taken aback by this revelation.

Evelyn, unable to contain her curiosity, asked, “Luna, you know Mr. Stone? Why have we never heard you mention this before?”

A faint blush crept onto Luna’s cheeks, as if the sudden spotlight made her feel a touch shy. “It was purely by chance. I happened to meet him during the holidays, and we exchanged polite greetings. But it’s been ages since we last spoke,” she explained, her humility drawing another wave of admiration from those around her.

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