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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 · 奇幻言情
分數不夠
359 Chs

[ Volume 1] Chaper 254- someday let you know

But the woman moved swiftly, matching her every move, circling with predatory patience, not a hint of hesitation in her stride.Esme's hand slipped to the hidden blade at her side. She waited, gauging her opponent's distance, her mind racing through possible moves. She could feel the woman's gaze, sharp and unyielding, tracking her every shift.

Esme took a breath, calculated, and then sprang forward, throwing herself low and fast, closing the distance between them before the woman could raise her weapon again.

The two collided in a flurry of strikes and counters. The woman's strength caught Esme off-guard—she was skilled, her movements practiced and deliberate, each strike aimed to disable, not just distract.

Esme narrowly avoided a sweeping kick, countering with an elbow strike aimed at her opponent's jaw. But the woman twisted, deflecting the blow with a fluid, almost effortless motion, and countered with a brutal punch that Esme barely blocked in time.