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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 144 - what the hell.

Aron leaned back into Helga's comforting embrace, letting out a deep, shaky breath. His mind raced with confusion and worry, the weight of the situation pressing down on him. He had come here suspecting Esme was sick, but he never imagined it was this bad. Esme wasn't someone who crumbled easily. She had been through so much and always found a way to rise above. But now… what was happening to her?

Unwrapping Helga's arms from his neck, Aron stood up, his mind made up. He needed answers. Without a word, he rushed out of the office, his footsteps echoing in the quiet hallway. His heart pounded in his chest as he reached the door and yanked it open. Just a few steps away, the Assistant Secretary sat at his desk, oblivious to the storm brewing inside Aron.

In a flash, Aron was at the desk, grabbing the man by the collar. "Who the hell came here before us?" he demanded, his voice sharp, barely concealing the desperation coursing through him.