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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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355 Chs

[Volume 1] Chapter 52 - Savior.

Esme's fingers resumed their tapping, the rhythm slower this time. After a long pause, she exhaled softly and lifted her gaze to meet Diana's once more. "Fine," she said at last, her voice as calm and composed as ever. "It's not a big deal. I'll come." She allowed a faint smirk to creep onto her face. "But… I'll need to ask my husband first. After all," she added with a teasing edge, "I'm a daughter-in-law you see."

Relief flooded Diana's face, her shoulders relaxing as she exhaled deeply. "Thank you, Miss Rose. Thank you."

Esme gave a curt nod, her mind already wandering to other matters as her fingers resumed their quiet tapping on the armrest, the conversation already slipping from her thoughts.