My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 163

**Chapter 163: Fury**

As Nyla strode forward, her heels clicking sharply against the polished floor, a sudden realization struck her—no one was trailing behind her. A wave of annoyance surged within her, igniting a spark of irritation that she could hardly suppress. With a swift pivot, she turned on her heel, her face a mask of tension and displeasure.

Standing her ground, Oriana appeared unfazed, an air of calm surrounding her. “Whatever you have to say, you can say it here,” she stated, her voice steady and composed.

Nyla’s lips twitched slightly, betraying her discontent with Oriana’s response. Yet, Oriana continued, her tone polite yet distant, “If it’s not something of significance, I really do have work to attend to.”

Unbelievable, Nyla thought, disbelief flooding her senses. Was Oriana truly preparing to walk away from her?

“Wait!” Nyla snapped, her voice sharp as the clack of her heels echoed her indignation. She approached Oriana with purpose, chin held high, her demeanor exuding confidence.

“I heard you’re applying for grad school,” she stated coldly, her eyes narrowing. “Under Mr. Harris?”

“Yes,” Oriana replied succinctly, her expression unwavering.

“Name your price,” Nyla demanded, her voice laced with a challenging edge.

A frown creased Oriana’s brow. “What do you mean by that?” she asked, confusion mingling with curiosity.

Nyla let out a soft, mocking laugh that seemed to linger in the air. “Don’t act naive. Withdraw your application to study under Mr. Harris, and I’ll grant you whatever you desire.”

Her gaze swept over Oriana, dripping with condescension, as if she were appraising a piece of art. “I’ve heard whispers about you from Luna. Once you’ve tasted a more refined life, it’s hard to settle for less, isn’t it? Let’s be honest—you chose this path for its prestige and financial rewards. I can ensure you live in comfort right now.”

Oriana’s eyes flickered with understanding. She grasped the underlying motive immediately. “So, Luna sent you to negotiate on her behalf.”

“I’m simply trying to avoid unnecessary complications,” Nyla replied, folding her arms, her voice dripping with disdain. “Mr. Harris only needs one student—me. I have no affection for you or that little assistant of yours. You’re both an eyesore. It would be in everyone’s best interest if you quietly exited the scene.”

A smirk danced on her lips, a hint of malice in her expression. “You’ve probably heard about my family’s connections. My aunt runs a private rehabilitation center. I can get you in without the hassle of grad school. They’ll hire you with a senior physician’s salary instantly—three years of experience on paper—and you’ll climb the ladder from there. The clientele is composed of high-profile individuals. Treat them well, and opportunities will come flooding your way. People would kill for that position, and all it takes is a single word from me.”

The way Nyla presented it felt less like a proposition and more like a royal decree. In her mind, someone of Oriana’s status should be grateful—this was the pinnacle of what she could ever aspire to achieve.

Oriana almost chuckled at the absurdity of it all. “What makes you think I’d heed your words? And where does your confidence stem from that you believe you’ll be chosen by Mr. Harris?”

She had thought Luna’s audacity was unmatched, yet here was Nyla, revealing new depths of shamelessness.

Seeing the amusement flicker across Oriana’s face only fueled Nyla’s ire. “I’m being generous here, Oriana. Don’t tempt fate.”

“Dr. Dixon,” Oriana replied evenly, her tone unwavering, “you need not worry about us collaborating, because Mr. Harris’s student is me.”

Nyla’s smirk faded, her expression morphing from triumph to disbelief, and then to a furious crimson. “Oriana!”

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