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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
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366 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 112- lovely child

"Oh, is that so?" she called after him, her tone light, almost teasing. "Then the gift she sent... should I just throw it away?"

At those words, Aron stopped mid-stride. His back straightened, and for a moment, the hallway was filled with silence. He didn't turn around immediately, but Esme could see the slight tension in his shoulders, the way he froze at her words.

She knew she had struck a chord.

Aron froze in his tracks, the irritation still lingering as he kept his back turned to Esme for a moment longer. He sighed deeply, clearly wrestling with his emotions, before stepping back and pivoting to face her. His eyes, usually sharp and guarded, now held a tinge of sadness. He raised his palm, holding it out in front of her—a silent request.

"Hmm," he mumbled, almost too quietly.

Esme, pretending not to notice the weight of his gesture, glanced at him with an exaggerated expression of confusion.