Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 81

On their third day in Annecy, Asher received a call from his associate, Lucas, informing him that Vanessa

had been found.

Thalia was also feeling rather worn out from their sightseeing and wanted to return home to rest for a couple of days, so they packed their luggage and headed back to London.

After Vanessa had feigned pregnancy and been released from detention, she had been abducted by Grace’s people and smuggled to the Middle East.

Grace’s promises to send her abroad and arrange accommodation and employment had never

materialized.

Instead, Vanessa had been sold to a fraud operation in the Middle East, where she endured terrible abuse and lived in conditions worse than animals.

Asher’s people had located her, and since the operation’s leader was also British and aware of the Blackwood family’s power and influence, he dared not offend them and had no choice but to hand her

over.

In a dimly lit basement.

Vanessa was tied to a wooden chair.

Her hair was disheveled, her body covered in wounds, her appearance utterly wretched.

These injuries weren’t inflicted by the Blackwood people, but rather by the overseers at the fraud operation where she had been kept.

Asher entered through the basement door.

Dressed entirely in black, his demeanor was cold and severe, his handsome face shrouded in darkness.

He sat down on a sofa three or four meters away from Vanessa, his gaze fierce. “Tell me, who put you up to this?”

Upon seeing Asher, Vanessa immediately broke down.

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“Asher, don’t–don’t look at me!” The woman’s voice was hoarse with crying, her eyes flashing with despair. “I look absolutely dreadful right now.”

Asher frowned with displeasure.

To him, Vanessa was merely an unforgivable criminal; he couldn’t care less about her appearance.

Hearing nothing useful, Asher lost patience, his tone becoming harsh. “Did I stutter?”

Vanessa shook her head through her tears. “I can’t tell you. I… I had no choice. For the sake of all those years I loved you, couldn’t you just let me go?”

Asher’s eyes were ice–cold, without a trace of warmth. “Tell me, and I’ll let you go.”

“Please, Asher, I truly can’t say. Please spare me. I didn’t

engagement ceremony…”

“Has your

hadn’t intended to harm

was Grace

she couldn’t say that.

father was still

had been thrown into that operation and tortured for over a month. She hated Grace more than anyone, wanted her dead

she couldn’t

remaining family in

the slightest softening toward her, Vanessa’s heart sank to despair. “Asher, just kill me.

Asher’s face remained severe. “Miss Miller, since you refuse to tell me anything, don’t blame me for what comes next.”

to his

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what are you going to do to me?” Vanessa’s pale face was still streaked

desolate.

eyes were glacial, his entire being seemingly

the woman’s question, turning to leave

“Won’t

wretched, filled with pathetic pleading. “During this past

torment. I… I…”

beaten several times daily. The bread they gave me was stale, the porridge was practically water with barely any oats. The food was worse than pig slop. Asher, I nearly couldn’t go on living. Do you know, throughout this terrible month, you were my only hope for survival. Just

to

her, his posture straight, his profile sharp and cold.

account of her tragic experiences, his expression didn’t

slightest.

sobbing. “Every day I told myself I had to persevere. I had to live to escape that place. Only by living could I see you again.

with me a little while. I’m nearly mad with it all. Every time I close my eyes, I see

just scold me… Don’t go, don’t leave me, don’t… I truly… truly wanted to see you so badly… You are the only

someone’s hope for living, to be the only light in someone’s life–most men

words.

remained

he didn’t even deign to look back at

turned and left.

cold, resolute back as he walked away, and

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to the bodyguard beside him and said: “Find a way

Extract something useful.”

“Yes, sir.”

Sympathy? Compassion?

possess