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

between them as the

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

current Earl of Blackwood, held significant sway in Parliament’s House of Lords, continuing a family tradition of political

influence extending from politics into the highest echelons

wife 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

and political influence that defined families like the Blackwoods. While Thalia’s father had built an impressive business empire, they were still

up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods,

circles.

understood perfectly well what an unconventional

maintaining family

held layers of

of your own

I were truly opposed, no one

Thalia’s breath caught.

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the dombusted the appissing reset, driving home point after devastating point, never Bosing control of

gallery. Aber watched with undisguised pride as the commanded the courtroom, admiration and affection evident in

was truly

he handed her a

few sips. “Judgment reserved, but our

he said softly. “The way your eyes

look away.

feel transformed when I’m arguing

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

your lips to God’s

strayed

the slightest interest in her work, let alone attended court. He only ever mentioned her salary

hadn’t just disregarded her career–he’d actively disrespected her

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

waste time on these small cases? Just quit playing lawyer and

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never shared work news