Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

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“Enough.” Thalia said with affectionate exasperation, ruffling Asher’s hair as though soothing a petulant child. “Planning these things together is half the fun, isn’t it? Besides, it’s Saturday don’t your poor assistants deserve a day off too?”

Asher made a noncommittal sound against her skin and continued his leisurely exploration,

This was becoming rather dangerous territory. Thalia firmly pushed him away, “That’s quite enough of that. I’ve nearly finished the planning anyway let’s go shopping for supplies instead,”

Asher lifted his gaze to meet hers, and for a fleeting moment, Thalia could have sworn she glimpsed something akin to disappointment in his eyes,

She blinked in surprise.

Had she imagined it? Had the impossibly composed Asher Blackwood actually looked wounded because she’d rebuffed his advances?

She’d only pushed him away a few times. Surely he wasn’t actually sulking?

No, she must have been mistaken. Someone like Asher would never appear so vulnerable.

That afternoon, they visited an outdoor equipment shop to purchase hiking gear, then went to a proper supermarket for fruits and snacks.

Thalia was in high spirits, wanting to buy a bit of everything that caught her fancy.

Asher didn’t object in the slightest–what did it matter if their packs were a touch heavier? He’d be the one carrying most of it anyway. As long as Thalia was happy, he could endure a bit of extra weight.

Thalia snapped photos of their purchases and sent them to the group chat she shared with Charlotte and

Victoria.

[Ladies, there’s a meteor shower tomorrow night. Shall we go to South Downs together to watch? I’ve already sorted the supplies.]

Victoria responded immediately: [Brilliant! Count me in!]

Charlotte replied: [Absolutely.]

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Victoria sent another message: [I’m going to drag Sebastian out for hiking gear straightaway! I’m thinking all black–you’ll both help me get that perfect Instagram hiking pose, won’t you? I’m planning one of those transformation videos–I’ll film the first bit in my pajamas today, then do the matching pose when

we’re there!]

Thalia: [No problem! Top–tier photographer at your service.]

Charlotte: [I’ll ask James if he fancies joining us.]

Thalia: [Meet outside my Tribeca flat at one o’clock tomorrow afternoon.]

Charlotte: [Perfect.]

Victoria: [See you then!]

at precisely one o’clock, Asher knocked on Thalia’s apartment

it, her face was free of makeup yet radiantly beautiful. Her eyes

“You’re here.”

into a light blue hiking outfit and carried a

wore a black high–necked

demeanor perfectly, accentuating his cool, aloof presence and

Thalia’s backpack from her. “Ready? They’re waiting

everyone here

arrived,” Asher replied. “Grace said she’s going ahead with some friends. She’ll meet us at

followed Asher into the lift, responding with a soft “Oh.”

three cars were

and James sat in the back of a Maybach. Charlotte offered Thalia a sweet smile.

waved excitedly from the passenger window of a black Bentley, punching the air enthusiastically. “All present and accounted for!

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had brought his black Rolls Royce Cullinan for the

conver headed southward, reaching the camping

National Park, offering a perfect vantage point from its elevatest position.

Thalia’s group arrived, Grace and her friends had

area for their private

their car came to a stop, Grace rushed over, attempting to

smoothly sidestepped her.

had happened. With a bright smile,

“Brother, you’re here!”

with a cool “Mmm.”

her smile faded slightly. She greeted her with forced politeness:

“Thalia.”

acknowledged her with the slightest of nods.

Grace stood two unfamiliar young women, Grace

and Eliza

me introduce you,” Grace continued. She

Drake?

Thalia’s heart stuttered.

Surely not…

that all–too–familiar face appeared

there in a smoke–gray windbreaker,

them.

brow furrowed as he turned to Grace, his eyes

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when have you been acquainted

eyes, the picture of innocent confusion–a perfect portrait of a blameless

ingénue.

yes. I only just met him today when Eliza