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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 · ファンタジー
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359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 317- Detective

After the man left, delivering his report, Ruby was left alone in her office. The hum of the fluorescent lights and the soft click of her keyboard filled the quiet space. She sat at her desk, typing away at documents, her eyes scanning the screen with practiced precision. But despite her usual focus, today Esme finished her bath, letting the warm water wash away the tension clinging to her. Wrapping herself in a towel, she walked to the mirror above the basin. She leaned forward, staring at her reflection as droplets of water trailed down her face. Her expression was unreadable, her gaze intense. Slowly, her fingers reached out, brushing the edges of the mirror as though she were feeling for something hidden. She rubbed the surface deliberately, her hands gliding along the frame.

Then, with a small flick of her finger, her hand pressed against the center of the mirror.