Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 100

Drake reached toward James. “Let me see that.”

James handed over his phone.

Drake clutched the device, watching the birthday video over and over, tears flowing uncontrollably.

Trump’s face darkened with anger. “Looking at you like this makes my blood boil! Pull yourself together!”

Margaret pulled at his arm. “Our son is lying here after trying to kill himself, and you’re making things worse? What do you mean, ‘pull yourself together‘? Wasn’t he the one who secured that investment for your company? Without Drake, your company would have gone bankrupt by now!”

Trump maintained his rigid expression without responding further. He gave Drake one long, penetrating look before turning and walking out.

Sienna, watching Drake obsessively replaying Thalia’s video like a man possessed, couldn’t bear to stay any longer and also left.

“Honey, you need to forget about that woman,” Margaret wiped away her tears, her voice breaking. “I’ll introduce you to someone much better.”

James sighed deeply. “Drake, come on man, there are plenty of fish in the sea. Why fixate on just one? I can hook you up with anyone you want.”

Drake stared at the video vacantly, saying nothing.

Mason shook his head helplessly. “Let’s give him some space. He needs time alone.”

“No way!” Margaret objected. “I’m not leaving him by himself again! What if he tries to kill himself again?”

Teresa’s bone marrow transplant was successful. She showed no signs of rejection, and her life was no longer in danger. Thalia could finally turn her attention to other matters.

These past few days, she had been busy preparing case materials and attending court.

After learning about Drake’s desperate suicide attempt, Thalia no longer felt safe staying at her Tribeca flat.

Asher had purchased a new apartment for her at Pan Peninsula in Canary Wharf, about four miles from her law firm–not too far, making for a convenient commute.

That Saturday, Thalia hired a housekeeper to pack her belongings and called a moving company.

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As the last suitcase was being carried out, Drake emerged from the lift.

He looked deathly pale, with sunken eyes and dark circles beneath them. He appeared utterly haggard, having lost a

of weight.

luggage and

“You’re moving out?”

stepped toward the lift, passing

her wrist.

Drake’s tone was pleading, his eyes filled with fragmented emotions. “I promise I won’t bother

hand, her voice ice–cold.

maintained his

forcefully to pull away.

his

cried out with a furrowed

as

flashed across his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Thalia. I didn’t mean to–I just… I just don’t want you

in a detached tone: “I’ve made myself perfectly clear. We can never go back to the past, nor can we start over. There’s no need for

attempt. Drake, if you’re truly this unstable, I can only be grateful that I left you, not touched

continued calmly: “Don’t try anything like that again. I don’t want a failed relationship to end with blood on my

Thalia entered the lift with

spot, replaying

“Don’t try anything like that again.”

she still cared

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the lived or died. She didn’t want him to

Drake’s eyes

couldn’t be

was still hope.

was in the prestigious Pan Peninsula complex at Canary Wharf. offering spectacular

the vast

the interior design matched her preferences perfectly–evidence of Asher’s

as they placed her belongings

left most of the furniture and appliances at her Tribeca flat, bringing only her

Thalia took a shower and enjoyed a restful sleep in the comfortable, spacious bed.

that Drake

constantly deluded himself that Thalia

he often heard Drake talking to himself. Listening carefully, he realized Drake was

a hand on Drake’s shoulder.

continuing his conversation with the imaginary

at the table,

to see

insisting there was nothing wrong