The Heiress's Comeback
Chapter 43: [Volume 1] - 43- Again?.

Chapter 43: [Volume 1] Chapter 43- Again?.

Knock, knock

The soft yet persistent sound came from the office door. Esme, deep in work, paused, irritation flickering across her face. She couldn’t believe it. When she had been the CEO of Valhalla Group, no one would have dared to disturb her while she worked. But ever since marrying these idiotic brothers, anyone seemed to think they could barge in and interrupt her whenever they pleased.

Taking a deep breath, she forced a smile onto her face. "Come in," she said, her voice calm despite her inner frustration.

The door creaked open, and the same mer from earlier stepped inside. He greeted her with a polite nod. "Second madam asked me to bring you this tea."

Esme’s smile deepened, but inside, she was already weary of the act. Oh, how thoughtful, she mused bitterly. A cup of tea. How quaint.

"Thank you," she said sweetly, eyeing the steaming cup. "I’m just so tired. Please, set it down."

The mer placed the tea on her desk, his expression shifting to one of cautious anticipation. Esme glanced at him, the fake smile still plastered on her lips, but her mind was racing. Really? Is this the best they could come up with? Tea?

Her eyes flicked to the cup. "Did you add sugar?" she asked casually.

The mer smiled proudly. "Yes, ma’am. Two tablespoons, just like you prefer."

Esme slid the cup away from her with deliberate grace. "Oh, I’m sorry," she said, her tone light but cutting. "I don’t drink tea with sugar."

His smile faltered. He had been so sure. He’d read the notes, studied her preferences. But now, she was claiming she didn’t drink sugary tea. He forced a calm response. "My apologies, I’ll prepare it without sugar."

As he picked up the cup and left, Esme leaned back in her chair, waiting. Moments later, he returned, another cup in hand. "Here you are, ma’am. No sugar this time."

She raised an eyebrow. "Did you add milk?"

The mer blinked, caught off guard. "No, it’s green tea."

Esme sighed theatrically. "I prefer milk tea."

The mer visibly clenched his jaw, his composure slipping as he stammered, "I... I’ll fix it."

He disappeared once more, only to return yet again with a final offering. "Your tea, ma’am. Without sugar, and with milk."

Esme glanced at it briefly before speaking, her voice casual yet dismissive. "I’m sorry. I don’t drink tea."

The mer’s patience was nearing its limit. His jaw clenched tighter, but he smiled—a forced, stiff smile—and nodded as he picked up the cup once more. "Of course, ma’am."

As he turned to leave, he couldn’t help but smirk. he had already known this plan wouldn’t succeed. It was all too predictable.

But as the door clicked shut behind him, a subtle shift in the air caught her attention. A sweet, floral scent began to permeate the room, filling her nostrils. Esme froze mid-sentence as she continued writing. The scent was unmistakable.

Violet flowers.

Her face tightened as the realization struck. She stood from her chair, quickly striding to the window, only to find it tightly sealed. The door, too, was firmly closed. Her eyes narrowed, scanning the room.

"Very nice," she murmured to herself. She knew exactly what was happening.

She was trapped.

Esme’s fingers moved swiftly as she pulled her phone from her pocket. A calm determination settled over her face as she dialed. The screen flashed, and with it, the realization hit her—no signal.

"Very nice," she muttered under her breath. A signal jammer, of course. Installed in her office, and she hadn’t even known about it. Her irritation flared, but she exhaled slowly, trying to focus. She stood and walked over to her computer. The same result—everything was disconnected. No Wi-Fi, no network.

Her options were limited, and none were particularly appealing. If she broke the window, the only way out was a 54-floor drop. Death, without question.But if she broke the door, it would attract attention—and attention was exactly what she didn’t need.

The door was no ordinary door either; it was built with the strongest, oldest wood, known to withstand significant force. Even five bodyguards couldn’t break it down. If she managed to break it, a woman like her, known for being pampered and weak

, it would raise more questions than she could handle. And if people found out that she had a beast hidden inside her, thanks to her ties with the Valhalla family, the consequences would be severe.

She sat back down in her chair, closing her eyes to calm her racing thoughts. Her breath slowed, and soon her golden irises shone beneath her lids. Reaching out mentally, she called,

"Hello, is anyone there?"

The connection snapped into place as her message reached all three of Aron brothers simultaneously. Jay was in his laboratory, buried in research. Kay was in the middle of a courtroom case. And Ray—poor Ray—was in the kitchen, spatula in hand, preparing dinner.

Ray’s annoyance hit first. He slammed the spatula down onto the counter, and it bounced off, landing back in his hand. His voice rang in her mind. "What’s with the obsession over this gimmick? We have phones, laptops... you know, standard modes of chatting, you brilliant genius.!"

Jay and Kay weren’t far behind, their frustration palpable.

"Do you want me dead?" Jay shouted mentally, knocking over several beakers in the lab. "If so, just say the word. I’ll gladly poison your food! ".

Kay, standing in front of the judge, tried to maintain his composure but snapped in her mind, "I swear, if you want to be sued for mental trauma, just tell me. I’ll personally see to it!"

Esme chuckled softly at their reactions. "Very funny, very funny,"she responded dryly. "But this isn’t a joke. I’m locked in my office."

All three brothers stopped in their tracks.

"So,"Ray said slowly, his irritation evident, "You called us because you’re locked in your office... and not your secretary? "

Esme’s tone darkened as she replied with a chilling calm.