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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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296 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 58- Risk

Ray scanned the room for what felt like the hundredth time, his patience thinning. The party was in full swing around him—guests mingling, laughter echoing, glasses clinking—but his focus was fixed on the entrance. Esme had been gone for nearly half an hour, and his growing concern was tinged with frustration.

Ray's frustration mounted as he repeatedly dialed Esme's number, each attempt met with the same disheartening message: "The person you are trying to reach is out of network coverage area." His brows furrowed in concern. Esme had always been reliable with her phone; it didn't make sense for her to be unreachable.

After the third unsuccessful call, Ray's worry gave way to irritation. He excused himself from the party, the lively chatter and clinking glasses now a dull backdrop to his anxiety. He made his way toward the bathroom, each step measured and slow, his patience wearing thin.