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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 · Fantasia
Classificações insuficientes
355 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 202- Something wrong.

As much as her instincts screamed at her to act quickly, she forced herself to think. Was this a threat? A warning? Her mind raced with questions, but there was no time to dwell on them. Her next steps had to be calculated.

With a sharp motion, Esme reached for the small brass bell perched on her desk, tapping it firmly. Its high-pitched ring pierced through the stillness of the room. Within moments, the door swung open, and Helga, her ever-efficient secretary, appeared, her heels clicking softly against the marble floor.

"You called, ma'am?" Helga asked, her professional demeanor never wavering, though she sensed the tension radiating from Esme.

"Yes," Esme nodded, her voice tight but controlled. She grabbed her phone and held it out to Helga. "I need you to trace this number immediately. Find out who sent this message and where it came from." Her eyes narrowed, voice dropping. "And I want results fast."