Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

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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.”

Asher cast her

comfortable silence settled between them as

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

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

families‘ influence extending from politics into the highest echelons

Asher’s future 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‘

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 had built an

into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it represented

circles.

hierarchies, Thalia understood perfectly well what an unconventional

contemplative. “In our generation, maintaining family

held layers of ambiguity.

why not marry someone of your own choosing? Someone you

“If I were truly opposed, no one could force this

Thalia’s breath caught.

to read day the wrong her pulse quickenet

relationships ha raught

pray

avery detail ensintered the feared the night

the aged www precision and confitenes, her logte Impeccable the dombusted the appissing reset, driving

watched with undisguised pride as the commanded the courtroom, admiration and affection

was

the hearing, he handed her a bottle of water.

sips. “Judgment reserved, but our chances look

“The way your eyes blazed with conviction–I couldn’t

look away.

feel transformed when I’m arguing

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

brightened. “From your lips to God’s

her thoughts strayed to Drake.

her work, let alone attended court. He only

career–he’d actively disrespected her

substantial

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

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work