The Heiress's Comeback-Chapter 131: [Volume 1] - - Sorry but you can go..

Esme remained expressionless, her mind racing as she processed his words. "Excuse me, Mr. Florence," she said, her voice cool. "Maybe you have forgotten, but your fiancé is also fighting for this land. I cannot understand why you would be willing to part with it."

Noah leaned back in his chair, the warmth in his smile replaced by a more contemplative expression. "Diana may want this land, but I see things differently," he replied, his tone shifting to one of sincerity. "I believe in potential—yours, specifically. This land could be in the hands of someone who knows how to truly develop it."

Esme raised an eyebrow, intrigued despite herself. "And you think I’m that person?" she challenged, her skepticism still present but softening slightly.

"Absolutely," he replied, his gaze unwavering. "I’ve seen your work, Ms. Rose. You have vision, determination, and the skill to turn this land into something remarkable. Diana..." He hesitated, a flicker of something unreadable crossing his face. "Diana has her own plans, and frankly, they don’t align with what I see as the future of this land."

Esme studied him closely, trying to decipher his intentions. The atmosphere in the room shifted as the stakes became clear. "So, you’re saying you want to help me in spite of your fiancé’s ambitions?" she pressed, her heart pounding with the implications.

Noah nodded, leaning forward, the intensity in his eyes deepening. "Exactly. I want to support your vision, even if it means going against my family’s wishes. I can facilitate this deal, Ms. Rose, and in return, you’ll have the opportunity to create something extraordinary."

As Esme weighed his words, the conflict within her simmered. Trust was not easily given, especially in a world rife with hidden agendas. "And what do you expect from me in return?" she asked, her tone firm yet curious.

A slight smirk danced on Noah’s lips, a hint of mischief in his eyes. "Nothing more than your commitment to succeed," he replied, his voice low and earnest. "I want to see you thrive. That’s all."

Esme felt a mix of emotions stirring within her. She had spent years battling for this land, and now here was someone seemingly offering her a lifeline. But at what cost? She narrowed her eyes again, uncertainty clouding her thoughts. "This feels too good to be true, Noah. I need more than just your word."

Noah’s expression softened, understanding the weight of her hesitation. "I can provide you with all the documents and assurances you need. I won’t let you down. But you must understand, this opportunity won’t last forever. I need you to decide—will you trust me?"

Hearing that, Esme paused before a smile crept across her lips, though it didn’t quite reach her eyes. "Sorry, Mr. Noah," she said coolly as she pushed the file back across the desk. "But you seem to have gotten something wrong." She locked her gaze onto his, her expression hardening. "I do not believe in other people."

Noah’s smile remained, but there was a hint of challenge in his eyes. "Miss Rose, I didn’t realize you were so afraid of taking risks," he teased lightly, leaning forward slightly, his elbows resting on the desk.

Esme arched an eyebrow, her demeanor shifting as she leaned back in her chair, crossing her arms defiantly. "You might have misunderstood, Mr. Noah," she replied, her voice steady and unyielding. "It’s not that I’m afraid of people or challenges." She sat up straight, a glimmer of determination in her gaze as she leaned slightly toward him, closing the distance between them. "It’s just that I do not trust you or your family."

His expression faltered for a moment, surprise flickering in his eyes before he masked it with a knowing smile. "Trust is a hard thing to come by, I understand that. But perhaps you could see this as an opportunity, rather than a threat."

Esme’s lips pressed into a thin line as she considered his words. "Opportunities can come with hidden agendas, Mr. Noah. I’ve seen it too many times." She paused, her tone softening just a fraction. "You must understand my position." 𝐟𝐫𝕖𝗲𝘄𝚎𝗯𝕟𝐨𝕧𝐞𝚕.𝕔𝕠𝐦

Noah’s smile faded slightly, replaced by a look of sincerity. "And I respect that. But sometimes, the greatest risks lead to the most rewarding outcomes. What if this is your chance to make a real difference?"

She could feel the weight of his gaze, and for a moment, she wavered, caught between ambition and caution. "And what do you stand to gain from this?" she asked, her voice steady, the flicker of uncertainty now tempered with resolve.

"I want to work with you, Miss Rose," he replied, leaning even closer, his voice low and earnest. "Your success is not just a win for you—it could be a win for both of us."

Esme shook her head slowly, her gaze unwavering as she pointed toward the door, her voice steady but laced with authority. "Sorry, Mr. Noah, but you can leave."

Noah’s brows furrowed in frustration, his posture tightening as he leaned slightly forward, hands gripping the edge of the table. "One minute, Miss Rose. But why? We have such a good deal on the table, and I genuinely think we can work together." His voice carried a hint of desperation, as if he couldn’t quite grasp her refusal.

Esme’s demeanor remained calm, but a flicker of annoyance crossed her face. She crossed her arms, creating a barrier between them, her expression cold yet resolute. "I’m sorry, Mr. Noah, but first, I do not work with Mers. And second, I do not collaborate with anyone from Valhalla. You see, you fit into both categories, so it’s simply not possible for us to work together."

Noah’s eyes widened, disbelief flooding his features. "But why?" he pressed, his tone rising slightly, the urgency in his voice palpable. "Your husbands are also Mers, and they work with you. Why can’t you give me this chance? Why are you so determined to shut me out?".

’What!’.

Noah mind went blank for a second.