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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 · Fantaisie
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 314- Not soap opera

Hesitantly, Ryan unbuckled the watch and handed it over. Katrina took it with a faint smile, turning it over in her hands as if examining an artifact. "You're a doctor, correct?" she asked, her tone conversational but carrying an undercurrent of something sharper.

Before Ryan could respond, Esme's voice cut through the air like a whip. "If you doubt his credentials, Officer, you can consult the medical board. His name will be listed there alongside his accolades," she said, her words laced with ice.

Katrina chuckled softly, clearly unfazed. "Relax, Ms. Esme. It's just a question," she said, leaning back slightly. She set the watch down on the coffee table with deliberate care. "Now, Mr. Ryan, you mentioned during the initial investigation that you checked your brother's pulse before the fire broke out. Is that correct?"

Ryan nodded slowly, his eyes darting to Esme as if seeking reassurance.