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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] Chapter 68- i am here for you

Jay's eyes, typically sharp and focused, softened a touch as he observed his brother's determined approach.

"Jay, we need to talk," Ray said, his voice steady but tinged with urgency. His eyes locked onto Jay's, conveying the depth of his frustration and the weight of the conversation that lay ahead.

Jay's brow furrowed slightly as he set down the tools he had been working with, wiping his hands on a rag. The seriousness in Ray's tone was evident, and it immediately cut through Jay's usual calm demeanor. He gestured for Ray to follow him to a quieter corner of the lab where they could speak privately.

As they moved, Jay's normally efficient stride was now marked by a subdued tension. He cleared a small space on a nearby workbench, gesturing for Ray to sit down. The lab, usually filled with the hum of machinery and the clatter of equipment, seemed eerily quiet in contrast to the charged atmosphere between the brothers.