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

a rage as

“Leave me alone. I need

room, he encountered Sienna coming toward

traveled all the way to Annecy.

full of concern.

head helplessly. “Not good

did a simple

was wandering around in just a thin

“Why would he

seemingly caught between speaking and remaining silent.

Drake hadn’t said anything, James could guess the reason–it could only be because of Thalia.

where Drake had collapsed last night was near their accommodation

he

such a headache.

first returned from abroad,

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hanging around with Sienna, with no regard for Thalia’s feelings. Now the tables had turned, and

say men are natural actors, and James found this

deeply–it might simply be an act to gain Thalia’s sympathy and make her soften

James genuinely despised her.

had shamelessly thrown herself at him. Anyone willing to be the third person in a

this thought, James suddenly found it wasn’t so difficult to speak

love. Drake saw Thalia and her boyfriend at the old town last night, got emotional, and went mental. He wandered around alone late at

no idea–he nearly died. If that passerby hadn’t found him in time and brought him to hospital, we probably would never have seen him again.”

this, James surreptitiously observed Sienna’s expression.

color drained from

murmured: “For

pathetic? Ah, only learning to cherish something

trembling with anger, her voice rising sharply. “You’re

for Thalia?”

this is a hospital. Please keep your

down.”

complexion shifted from white to

open the hospital room door. “Drake! What’s the meaning of

gossipy eyes peering curiously into

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