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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 · Fantasi
Peringkat tidak cukup
248 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 193-financial issue.

They stood there, wide-eyed, looking guilty like kids caught raiding the cookie jar. But their admission wasn't just guilt—it was something deeper, like they knew this request was loaded with more than what they were letting on.

"And why," she asked, voice dripping with exhaustion and suspicion, "are you telling me this? Isn't the chef here? Ask her to make you something."

Ray's eyes flickered, and he stumbled over his words like a man who knew he was about to walk into a trap. "The chef is... on leave," he said, his voice trailing off at the end, as if hoping she wouldn't press any further.

Esme blinked, her tired brain struggling to process what she just heard. "What?" she asked, frowning. "Then ask one of the other chefs. There are at least four in this house, last I checked."