The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 303: [ Volume 1] Chaper - What the hell

He groaned, his head dropping into his hands. "This is harassment. I’m calling HR."

Esme burst out laughing, the sound rich and unapologetic. "Darling, I am HR. Now, unless you’re planning to add another fifty million to your debt by filing a baseless complaint, I suggest you get started."

Aron’s eyes darted back to the books, and his shoulders sagged in defeat. He could already feel the stress mounting as he imagined the sheer embarrassment of this task.

As he grabbed the books and made for the door, Esme called after him, her voice dripping with mock encouragement. "Oh, and Aron? Make sure you capture the emotional nuances of each character. I expect nothing less than brilliance!"

He didn’t turn back, but his muttered curses echoed down the hallway.

Esme leaned back in her chair, a satisfied grin spreading across her face. "That’ll teach him to mess with me," she said, flipping open her laptop and resuming her leisurely day.

However, Esme overlooked something regarding Aron shamelessness and the pursuit of revenge.

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At Night...

Tak tak

"Damn it," Esme muttered under her breath as she loosened the collar of her shirt. Her eyes flicked to the wall clock in the hallway, its ticking almost echoing in the silence of the evening. She had just returned from the office, her mind still buzzing with thoughts of unfinished tasks and unspoken frustrations. She glanced at the clock again: 8:00 PM. A sigh escaped her lips as she stood still for a moment, the weight of the day pressing down on her.

She started walking toward her room, her footsteps echoing in the corridor, but just as she reached for the door handle, she froze. A sudden feeling of unease washed over her. Her fingers hovered above the door, her senses sharpening.

Her gaze locked on the closed door, and an alert expression crept onto her face. Something was off.

Slowly, she turned the knob, her eyes flickering with a golden glow—a sharp, predatory gleam that suggested she was ready for anything. The door creaked open with a soft groan, and her sharp breath caught in her throat as she stepped inside.

The scene before her was like something out of a dream—yet her instincts screamed that it was no dream at all. The room, which she usually entered with a sense of calm, was now transformed into something entirely different. It was decorated with balloons in various shades of red, gold, and white, floating serenely above the floor. Artificial flowers were draped over the furniture, their colors a stark contrast to the dimly lit room. 𝒻𝑟ℯℯ𝑤𝑒𝑏𝑛𝘰𝓋𝑒𝓁.𝒸𝑜𝘮

But what truly caught her attention was the bed. It had been meticulously arranged with red silk, draped in a triangular formation that hung down in layers, creating an almost ceremonial aura. The intricate decor was enough to leave her speechless for a moment, her mind racing with thoughts of who could have possibly done this, and why.

Esme stood at the threshold, her golden eyes scanning the room, every corner, every detail.

As Esme stepped into the room, an uneasy feeling crawled up her spine. The soft rustling sound, barely perceptible, caught her attention. Her sharp gaze followed the noise, and her senses heightened. There, partially hidden behind the flowing silk curtains, she noticed the faintest outline of a figure sitting on the bed. The silhouette was unmistakable, but the sight of it alone made her breath hitch.

Her pulse quickened. Someone was in her room.

Without hesitation, her hands gripped the silk curtains, and with a swift motion, she yanked them aside, revealing the person sitting there.

Esme’s eyes widened in shock as she took in the sight before her. It was Ryan. He sat casually on the bed, dressed in an outfit that took her by complete surprise. His shirt, a sheer, almost transparent fabric, clung to his chest, leaving little to the imagination. The pants were equally daring—tight and delicate, outlining every line of his body in a way that left Esme momentarily speechless. His posture was relaxed, almost confident, as if he knew exactly how to provoke her.

Esme stood frozen for a moment, her eyes widening in surprise as she took in Ryan’s appearance. Her mind raced, but she couldn’t help the hesitation that crept in. He looked... almost too perfect, yet something about the outfit seemed so out of place. Ryan, of all people, dressed like this? It was surreal.

After all, Ryan was the most composed, the most distant of all her husbands. He rarely showed any interest in her or anything related to her life, preferring to keep to himself with his cold, detached demeanor. And now, here he was, sitting in her room, dressed in a way that could only be described as provocative—his shirt so thin it was nearly see-through, his pants tight and delicate, accentuating the sharp lines of his figure. It was the kind of outfit meant to provoke, but Ryan had never been one for games like this.

Esme’s mind struggled to grasp the situation. He looked undeniably... sexy, but this? Why?

Her gaze flickered nervously over his attire again, her lips curling into a forced smile. She cleared her throat, her voice trembling slightly as she tried to maintain her composure. "Um... honey, what are you... like... doing in my room, dressed like this?"

Esme’s eyes darted from Ryan’s piercing gaze to the sheer fabric of his shirt, lingering on the sight of him sitting there so effortlessly poised, as if he were waiting for her reaction. The atmosphere in the room was thick with tension, every detail seeming deliberately placed to unsettle her.

Hearing her words, Ryan slowly turned his head to the side, the slightest tilt to his chin as he studied her. A thin, almost predatory smile played at the corners of his lips, and he parted them slightly, his voice low and deliberate. "Hmm... but your reaction is quite different, isn’t it?"

Esme’s heart skipped a beat at his words. She blinked, confused.