Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 17

After breakfast, they made their way to the underground parking garage.

As Thalia approached the ice blue Bentley, Asher asked, “How’s the car handling?”

She tucked a loose strand of hair behind her ear, “Drove it last night–it’s wonderful. Thank you.”

“Ready to head out?” Thalia held up the keys, then suddenly remembered, “Oh! I have something for you. I meant to give it to you last night but it slipped my mind.”

“What is it?”

“In my suitcase at the hotel. I’ll give it to you when I return.”

Asher opened the driver’s door. “I’ll come with you. Let me drive.”

“Oh?” Thalia hesitated briefly before understanding dawned. “You can come, but I’ll drive. You should

rest.”

He’d flown across the Atlantic to check on her, then driven across the city for her breakfast. He must be

exhausted.

“Very well.” His eyes held a hint of amusement at her concern as he moved to the passenger side. “The wheel is yours.”

On the highway, conversation flowed naturally between them.

“Can anyone observe your hearing today?” he inquired.

“Yes, it’s a contract dispute–nothing confidential. Would you like to come?”

“I’ve never seen you as a lawyer in action before,” his voice carried a hint of careful hope.

“Of course.” Thalia thought it made sense for them to understand each other’s worlds. “Did you bring your ID? You’ll need it for a visitor pass.”

“I did.” He’d brought it for the flight and had actually researched court requirements beforehand.

“Perfect, I’ll get you sorted.”

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“Thank you.”

in driving. Thalia didn’t notice the tender gaze Asher cast her way,

settled between them as the city scenery flashed

question she’d wanted to ask for three years: “Why did

its most influential families. Asher’s grandfather, the current Earl of Blackwood, held significant sway in Parliament’s House of Lords, continuing a family tradition

extending from politics into the

further strengthen the Blackwoods‘

in London’s financial circles, were essentially new money. Their wealth and business acumen were impressive, but they lacked the centuries of noble lineage and political influence that defined families like the Blackwoods. While Thalia’s father had built an impressive business empire,

to the Winters–a step up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it represented an unusual choice, perhaps even a step down in certain social

circles.

social hierarchies, Thalia understood perfectly well what an unconventional

maintaining family position through marriage alliances

layers

of your own choosing?

opposed, no

Thalia’s breath caught.

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her logte Impeccable the dombusted the appissing reset, driving home point after

pride as the commanded the courtroom, admiration and affection evident in every

was truly remarkable

he handed her a bottle

“Judgment reserved, but our

he said softly. “The way your eyes

look away.

feel transformed when I’m arguing a

he said with genuine admiration. “You’ll be a leading name in law

brightened. “From your lips to God’s

thoughts strayed to

let alone attended court. He only ever mentioned her salary dismissively, noting it wouldn’t cover one of his evenings out with friends.

disregarded her career–he’d actively disrespected her ambition.

she’d won a significant case worth half a million dollars, earning substantial fees. Excited, she’d shared the

company handles billion–dollar contracts daily. Why waste time on these small cases? Just quit playing lawyer and let

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