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.”

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

them as the city

suddenly asked the question she’d wanted to ask for three years: “Why did you agree to the marriage arrangement

the current Earl of Blackwood, held significant sway in Parliament’s House of Lords, continuing a family tradition of political prominence that stretched back centuries. His mother came from an equally distinguished line

influence extending from politics into the highest echelons

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

certainly prominent 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

the Winters–a step up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it

circles.

understood perfectly well what an unconventional match

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

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voice deepened. “If I were truly opposed, no

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handed her a bottle of

sips. “Judgment reserved, but our chances look

“The way your eyes blazed with

look away.

I do feel transformed when I’m arguing a

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

“From your lips to God’s

thoughts strayed

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

just disregarded her career–he’d actively disrespected her

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

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

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that, she never shared work news with him again.