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.”

driving. Thalia didn’t notice the tender gaze Asher cast her way, his eyes filled

comfortable silence settled between them as the city scenery flashed past.

wanted to ask for three years: “Why did you agree to the marriage arrangement between

of Britain’s aristocracy–they were among its most influential families. Asher’s grandfather, the current Earl of Blackwood, held significant sway in Parliament’s House of Lords, continuing a family

politics into the highest echelons of British

should have come from a similar background–perhaps the daughter of a duke or earl, someone whose family connections could further strengthen the Blackwoods‘ already formidable position in British society. Their social circles were filled with eligible young women from Britain’s oldest and

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

be seen as advantageous to the Winters–a step up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it represented

circles.

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

family position through marriage alliances isn’t

held layers of ambiguity.

marry someone of your own choosing? Someone you

deepened. “If I were truly opposed, no one could

Thalia’s breath caught.

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look away.

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your lips to God’s ears.”

thoughts strayed to

in her work, let alone attended court. He only ever

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

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

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

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she never shared work news