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

joke

on me, Mr. Blackwood? That’s quite illegal,” she teased

an unexpected shiver down her spine. “Then perhaps you

“You–you should focus on

what chauffeurs are for,” he replied

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Thalia almost missed the figure waiting in the shadows near her building.

“Thalia,”

voice cut through the

quickly ended her call with Asher.

Drake, she asked coldly, “How

eyes

you I was going home. No running involved.”

closer. Thalia instinctively backed away, which only seemed to

growled. “Not that you were never coming back to New

planning to keep

to ‘keep up.‘ We’re done,

darkly. “This ends when I say

to Sienna. Why are you here?”

expression

mentally rolled her eyes

friends,” he insisted.