Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 5

Chapter 5

It was Mason Reed, Drake’s friend–and the same one who’d expressed sympathy for Thalia that night at

the party.

After knowing him for nearly three years, Thalia had always found Mason to be one of the more decent ones in Drake’s circle.

“Just picking up some things,” she replied.

Mason glanced at the shopping bag in her hand. “A gift for Drake?”

Finding it easier than explaining, Thalia simply nodded.

“That watch… even their basic models run like fifteen grand. You don’t need to spend that kind of money

on him, Drake is-”

He’s not worth it, Mason thought.

Drake had straight–up admitted he couldn’t get over Sienna, that Thalia was just a replacement.

Last night, he’d humiliated Thalia by leaving the party with Sienna, right in front of everyone.

What Thalia didn’t know–but Mason did–was that Drake and Sienna had spent the night together at the

Four Seasons. Their social circle had a private WhatsApp group that Thalia had never been invited to join in three years, yet Sienna was added the moment she got back to New York.

That afternoon, Sienna had “accidentally” posted a photo of them in bed, with some BS caption about keeping memories. She’d deleted it within a minute, but Mason had seen it.

He’d wanted to say something but held back. Best to stay out of that drama.

Mason almost told Thalia the truth but changed his mind. “Look, Drake doesn’t need expensive gifts. You

shouldn’t drop several months‘ salary on him.”

After all, Drake was his boy from college. Fifteen years of friendship meant something.

He’d wanted to add that Drake probably wouldn’t even appreciate a gift that cost Thalia months of her salary from her law firm.

But that was too harsh to say out loud.

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knew perfectly well Drake didn’t deserve it–the watch wasn’t for him anyway. She smiled politely. “You’re right. Won’t happen

some small talk,

her leave, Mason sighed. “Damn, what a waste. Girl’s

WhatsApp, unable to resist

her buying you some fancy–ass watch. Must’ve dropped like 15K on it. That’s months of her salary, man. Don’t mess this

the message while having dinner

anger dissipated

Thalia felt guilty about today and was buying him a peace offering. Fine,

to take it personally, throw in some sweet talk–Thalia always fell

texting?” Sienna asked from across the table.

he replied

push it.

grabbed his phone. She’d seen him enter his passcode before–his

checked his chat with Thalia. The last exchange was from a week ago: Thalia asking about taking a trip together during the fall

had replied five hours later: “Everything’s packed during holidays. What’s the point?”

messaged since.

relationship couldn’t be

chat, she browsed further and

remembering Thalia’s apparent indifference earlier. She’d thought Little

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was buying gifts, trying to make things

and placed it back. Then

Chaumet, and his girlfriend was there trying on rings, practically begging for

at the penthouse, Thalia continued packing, placing Asher’s gift in her suitcase. As she packed,

same exclusive neighborhood in Kensington, barely a quarter–mile

her senior. She first met him at Blackwood Manor when she was ten, during a dinner party.

being stunned by his appearance–aristocratic features but eyes cold as a

to greet him, she’d politely said, “Hello,

cool, detached “Hello,” making her think he must be

lasted years.

was sixteen, struggling with advanced mathematics, Lady Blackwood suggested to her father: “Asher could help Thalia with

changed from a carefree

don’t need your help,” she’d told Asher when he arrived.

twenty–one, Asher cut an impressive figure–well over six feet, wearing a simple white shirt and grey jeans, his carefully styled hair softening his

getting it anyway,” he’d replied, his voice

be stern

simply raised an

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