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.”

didn’t notice the tender gaze Asher cast her way, his eyes filled with

settled between them as the city scenery

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good reason. The Blackwoods weren’t merely part of Britain’s aristocracy–they were among its most influential families. Asher’s grandfather, the current Earl of Blackwood, held significant

from politics into the highest echelons

the daughter of a duke or earl, someone whose family connections could further strengthen

wealth and business acumen were impressive, but they lacked the centuries of noble lineage and political influence that defined families

step up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods,

circles.

these intricate social hierarchies, Thalia understood perfectly well what an

contemplative. “In our generation, maintaining family position through marriage alliances isn’t really necessary anymore.”

answer held layers of ambiguity.

your own choosing? Someone you love?”

were truly opposed, no one could force this

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look away.

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were outstanding.” he said with genuine admiration. “You’ll be

brightened. “From your lips to God’s

strayed to

work, let alone attended court. He only ever

her career–he’d actively

a million dollars, earning substantial fees. Excited, she’d shared the news, only to have him dismiss it

memory: “Our company handles billion–dollar contracts daily. Why waste time on these small cases? Just quit playing lawyer and let me take care of you.”

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