Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 31

The next day at work. Sarah Thompson handed Thalia two urgent case files.

“The appeal deadline’s imminent on this one,” Sarah explained rapidly. “Previous counsel left the firm. Need the paperwork filed today.” She thrust another file forward. “And this workplace injury case needs medical assessments–take the client tomorrow latest. Can’t let it drag into next week.”

Thalia nodded, accepting both files. These complex cases were exactly what she’d expected from London’s top firm, even if the timing was suspiciously tight.

By the time she finished that day’s work, darkness had fallen. The office was empty, her colleagues long gone. She hadn’t even managed to eat dinner.

Walking the short distance home, her phone rang.

“Lia, are you home yet?” Asher’s warm voice came through.

“Just leaving the office now, walking back.”

“Have you eaten?”

“No time. Thinking of ordering delivery.”

“Ah,” amusement colored his tone. “Your delivery service is already en route.”

“What do you mean?”

“Delivery boy Asher Blackwood, at your service,” he teased softly.

Thalia laughed, surprised by this playful side of him. The stern, aristocratic Asher she remembered

never joke like

install a tracking device on me, Mr. Blackwood? That’s quite illegal,”

sending an unexpected shiver down her spine. “Then perhaps you

cheeks flush. “You–you should focus on driving.”

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rolled her eyes

just friends,” he insisted. “Stop being dramatic.”