My Reborn Admirer Wins Over My Heart novel Chapter 247

Kieran thought for a moment, then his eyes widened in realization. “Sir… you’re forcing the Sterling family to pour all their funds into Grant’s project? But why? Wouldn’t that just give Grant more capital to work, with?”

Micah leaned back slightly, his expression calm and detached. His fingers tapped the desk in a slow, deliberate rhythm. “Having money doesn’t mean using it wisely. Grant’s desperate–and desperate men make reckless choices. Give him a fortune, and tell me what do you think he’ll do with it?”

Kieran froze, then comprehension dawned. The corners of his mouth twitched in admiration and unease.

He hesitated before asking, “Should we tell Leo and the others about Mrs. Caldwell’s true identity?”

At that, Micah merely gave a faint, cold smile. “There’s no rush,” he said softly. “Some truths…. are best learned the hard way.”

The subtle chill in his tone made Kieran’s skin prickle.

He had thought that after marriage, Micah had grown gentler–less intimidating, more humane. But now, standing before him, Kieran realized how wrong he’d been.

That gentleness had been nothing more than a mask.

Underneath, Micah had become even more calculating–his darkness quieter, deeper, and far more dangerous than before.

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Refe House.

Luna’s injuries still hadn’t fully healed. Yet, following Cormac’s orders, she had rushed back from Seabar to Jindiwood, throwing herself into work before her body was ready. Every day was a blur of exhaustion- hospital duties, research meetings, and relentless catch–up sessions. Even while running a fever, she forced herself to attend training, desperate to keep up with the progress she had lost.

But what frustrated her most were Bramwell and Grant.

On one side, she was trying to persuade Bramwell not to send his investments overseas so carelessly. On the other, she was urging Grant to take Bramwell’s money as soon as possible. Yet, to her disbelief, Grant refused.

Yet, to her disbelief, Grant refused.

No matter how she coaxed or reasoned, he stood firm. Luna couldn’t comprehend it. How could anyone turn down tens of millions–an investment practically handed to him for free?

But Grant only gave her a cool smile and said he didn’t want to owe Bramwell–or her–too much.

That was ridiculous.

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She clenched her teeth behind a polite smile. Clearly, Grant had his own plans. He just didn’t want to be tied to the Sterling family–or to her.

After surviving that grueling stretch, Luna decided to change tactics. Under the pretense of showing gratitude, she invited Leo and the others for a small private dinner at Refe House.

As the evening began, she lifted her glass and smiled warmly at Leo.

“This one’s for you,” she said. “If it weren’t for you helping me with my thesis these past few days, I don’t know what I would’ve done.”

Her voice trembled slightly, eyes glistening with staged emotion. “In the new year, I’ll probably have to trouble you even more. So, let me toast you first-

At first, Leo didn’t think much of it. But when he heard the last part, his brow furrowed. He raised a hand. stopping her mid–motion.

“Luna,” he said evenly, “there’s no need to be so formal between us.”

A faint blush colored her cheeks. “Thank you, Leo, I just-”

He continued, his tone patient but firm. “There’s a time and place for everything. I helped you with your thesis because you were injured, and I didn’t want Mr. Flint to penalize you. And…” He paused, softening slightly. “Because of our past friendship. But Luna, your research is your own. You need to take responsibility for it. I can’t always help you–understand?”

Luna froze, her smile stiffening. He’d said it in front of everyone.

So that was it? Was he distancing himself from her now? Planning to let her sink on her own?

She swallowed her frustration, forcing a look of contrite sincerity.

“I understand, Leo. You’ve already done so much. I’ll work harder to live up to your and Mr. Flint’s expectations.”

“I’m glad you understand,” Leo said simply, before turning his attention elsewhere.

Luna inhaled slowly, her heart seething beneath her calm expression. She poured herself another glass of juice, then turned toward Ethan.

His face was impassive, cold as marble. The chill in his eyes made her instinctively tense.

But she couldn’t afford to retreat. Especially not after that idiot Henley had maxed out the credit card Ethan had given her.

“Ethan, I-”

He lifted a hand before she could continue. “There’s no need,” he said curtly. “Just like Leo said—no need for formalities.”

Luna blinked, caught off guard. Ethan’s gaze lowered to the dish in front of him, his voice steady but

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