Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Early the next morning, Thalia was awakened by a telephone call.

She groggily pressed answer, her voice heavy with sleepiness. “Hello? Who is it?”

“Thalia, you need to come to the hospital to see Drake.” James‘ urgent, worried voice came through the line. “Drake nearly died, do you know that?”

The mere mention of Drake’s name filled Thalia with irritation. She’d already been exhausted from the

previous night’s activities, hadn’t slept nearly enough before being rudely awakened, thinking it must be something important–only for it to be about Drake.

Thalia was thoroughly annoyed, her temper flaring. She responded testily: “If he dies, just arrange the funeral. Let me know when it’s happening, and out of respect for our past relationship, I’ll send a generous condolence gift to his mother.”

With that, Thalia promptly hung up, not caring about James‘ reaction, and switched her phone to silent.

The commotion had awakened Asher. From beneath the covers, he tightened his arm around Thalia, his voice deep and magnetic. “Stay and sleep a bit longer with me.”

Thalia nestled closer to Asher, like an affectionate kitten seeking warmth.

The two of them lay snuggled in the same warm duvet, holding each other close.

The world seemed to contain only the two of them.

No matter how fiercely the snow and wind raged outside, it had nothing to do with them.

When James placed the call, Drake was already awake.

The call had been James‘ own idea, though he knew exactly what Drake was thinking.

Drake was clinging to an unrealistic hope–he desperately wanted to know if Thalia would be concerr about him nearly dying. Would she come to see him?

So he had anticipated this call eagerly.

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He had instructed James to put it on speakerphone.

However, when Thalia heard he had nearly died, not only did she offer not a single word of concern, but she responded with such cold–hearted words.

Drake’s hands clenched into tight fists, the veins on the backs of his hands protruding, his face paper–white, his lips completely drained of colour.

thought Drake would explode with anger, and he barely dared

didn’t fly into a rage as he typically

he simply said quietly: “Leave me alone. I need

hospital room, he encountered Sienna coming

had actually traveled all

full of

head helplessly. “Not good at

a simple vacation land him in hospital?”

five or six degrees below zero. He was wandering around

would he

hesitated, seemingly caught between

said anything, James could guess the reason–it

where Drake had collapsed last night was near their accommodation

he explain this?

such a

Sienna had first returned from abroad,

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with Sienna, with no regard for Thalia’s feelings. Now the tables had turned, and karma was catching

actors, and

because he loved Thalia so deeply–it might simply be an act to gain Thalia’s sympathy and make her

for Sienna, James genuinely despised

together, yet she had shamelessly thrown herself at him. Anyone

suddenly found it wasn’t so difficult to speak after

know, Thalia has a fiancé now, and they’re quite in love. Drake saw Thalia and her boyfriend at the old town last night, got emotional, and went mental. He wandered around alone late at night

idea–he nearly died. If that passerby hadn’t found him in time and brought him to hospital, we probably would

James surreptitiously

color drained from Sienna’s face instantly.

“For Thalia?”

at him, isn’t he pathetic? Ah, only learning to cherish something after losing it…”

voice rising sharply. “You’re saying

for Thalia?”

disapprovingly: “Madam, this is

down.”

white to red with anger.

forcefully pushed open the hospital room door.

gossipy eyes peering

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