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.”

gaze Asher cast

silence settled between them as the city scenery flashed past.

ask for three years: “Why did you agree to the marriage arrangement between our families?”

the current Earl of Blackwood, held significant sway in Parliament’s House of Lords, continuing a family tradition of political prominence that stretched back

both families‘ influence extending from politics into

could further strengthen the Blackwoods‘ already formidable position in British society. Their social circles were

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, they were still considered relative newcomers in Britain’s

genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it represented an unusual choice, perhaps even a step down in

circles.

navigating these intricate social hierarchies, Thalia understood perfectly well what an unconventional match

dark eyes grew contemplative. “In our generation, maintaining family position through marriage alliances

layers

why not marry someone of your own choosing? Someone you love?”

deepened. “If I were truly opposed, no one

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the hearing, he handed her a bottle of water.

took a few sips. “Judgment

there,” he said softly. “The way your eyes blazed with

look away.

shyly. “Really? I do feel transformed when I’m

said with genuine admiration. “You’ll

“From your

strayed

only ever

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

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

her memory: “Our company handles billion–dollar contracts daily. Why waste time on these small cases? Just

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she never shared work