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.”

the tender gaze Asher cast her way, his eyes filled with

as

Thalia suddenly asked the question she’d wanted to ask for three years: “Why did

weighed heavily, and with good reason. The Blackwoods weren’t merely part 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

families‘ influence extending from politics into the highest echelons of British

measures, 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‘ already formidable position in British society. Their

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 rigid social hierarchy.

marriage could only be seen as advantageous to the Winters–a step up into genuine aristocracy. For the Blackwoods, however, it represented an unusual choice, perhaps

circles.

navigating these intricate social hierarchies, Thalia understood perfectly well what

maintaining family position through

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hearing, he handed her

few sips. “Judgment reserved, but our chances

said softly. “The way your eyes blazed with

look away.

“Really? I do feel

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your lips

thoughts strayed

alone attended court. He only ever mentioned her salary dismissively, noting it wouldn’t cover one of his

disregarded her career–he’d actively disrespected

worth half a million dollars, earning substantial fees.

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

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she never shared work news with him again.