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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 296- Kill us already

"Reasonable?" another director shot back, his voice rising. "Do you have any idea what you're asking for? That's not just shares; that's our control, our power in this company! You're bleeding us dry!"

Esme shrugged, unbothered by their outbursts. "Oh, I'm very aware. But let's not forget who holds all the cards here."

The directors were spiraling now, their panic palpable. For many of them, three percent was nearly everything they had. Surrendering it would leave them powerless, nothing more than ghosts in the empire they'd helped build.

One of them slammed his fist on the table. "This is blackmail! You're trying to kick us out!"

Esme straightened, brushing an invisible speck of dust off her sleeve. "Blackmail? Such an ugly word. I prefer… incentive."