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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
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359 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 41- what do you want.

A woman, her face obscured by a black mask and a wide-brimmed hat, sat silently in the back seat of a parked car. Beside her, Esme sat in quiet contemplation, her presence commanding the space around her.

"Did you find out?" Esme asked, her voice calm but laced with an undertone of authority. The woman in the mask nodded and silently handed over a file.

Esme opened it, her eyes flicking over the footage and papers inside. As the contents became clearer, a sly, almost predatory smile curved on her lips. "Ha! These bastards…" she murmured, her voice dripping with satisfaction.

It was as if something had snuck into Esme's mind, plucked one of the photos from the file, and crumbled it in her grasp. In that image, Mr. Valhalla was shown speaking with the elders, and as she continued flipping through, the connection became undeniable. There were numerous photos, each one making it clearer—Mr. Valhalla was part of the reason the elders had come today.