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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.

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359 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 120 - Movie Theater

Jay raised his hand with a playful confidence and declared, "But I'm looking good, right?"

Esme's eyes narrowed slightly, and she tilted her head as she gave him a quick but scrutinizing once-over. Her expression was a mix of amusement and exasperation. "You're looking like a 25-year-old man," she said, her tone teasing yet blunt.

Jay's face instantly shifted to one of shock, He blinked, stunned by her assessment.

"What?" he sputtered, still processing her words. "I'm only turning 19!" His disbelief was palpable. How could she, of all people, mistake him for being so much older? Being called 25, at the ripe age of 19, felt like an insult to his youthful spirit.

He caught himself before finishing his retort. "You're looking like 25—" he began, but the words dried up in his throat as he really looked at her. She wasn't 25. She wasn't even close. Esme was pulling off something far younger, something effortlessly youthful.