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The Heiress's Comeback

Being adored by one's parents and hoping to achieve something that could bring them happiness, a child sacrificed their carefree personality and chose the path of books and knowledge at an early age. Without looking back to see how those they thought were their parents were, in truth, only pushing them from behind. Esme, a prodigy from an early age, excelled in everything, unlike her sister, who, though adored by both parents, always lagged behind. Finally, after saving the company from debts and restoring it to its former glory, Esme looked back at her parents in hope of recognition but... "You are not even my daughter, you pathetic fool." "Hehe, Sister, how about I take your fiancé?" "Um, you see, Esme, I love your sister." "Tch, insect, how dare you reject checks whenever I, your mother, asked for money!" Those words lingered in Esme's mind before she lost consciousness and woke up inside a prison. "What are you doing here, Aron?" Esme looked at a handsome young man seated in a wheelchair, gazing at her with amusement. He was her sole business competitor, and now, he was visiting her in prison. "Nothing, just came here for a proposal, Miss Esme..." Let's see what awaits the journey of an heiress who was wrongly accused of being fake, betrayed by her fiancé, and had to seek support from her business rivals.

K1ERA · Fantasy
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302 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 129 - Without appointment.

Esme's office was quiet, filled only with the soft tapping of her keyboard as she worked late into the evening. Since the power shift in the Aron Group, her responsibilities had grown exponentially, and with the second aunt's influence waning, Esme's own authority had begun to cement itself in the corporate structure. Though she was thriving professionally, her personal life seemed to fade into the background as she spent most of her time consumed by work.

Her phone rang unexpectedly, breaking the silence. Esme had made it clear to everyone that she didn't want to be disturbed during her working hours, especially not in the evenings. She sighed in irritation, feeling the tension in her shoulders tighten as she reached for the phone.

Without glancing at the caller ID, she answered brusquely, "Hello?" Her tone held a sharp edge, warning whoever was on the other end that she was not in the mood for interruptions.