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

luggage and stopped, his melancholy gaze

“You’re moving out?”

anything. As she stepped toward the lift,

her wrist.

fragmented emotions. “I promise I won’t bother you anymore. Please

to Drake’s hand, her voice ice–cold. “Let go!”

his grip.

forcefully to pull

tightened his

you’re hurting me!” Thalia cried out with a

released her immediately, as if he’d

his eyes. “I’m so sorry, Thalia. I didn’t mean to–I just…

perfectly clear. We can never go back to the past, nor can we start over. There’s no need for these

eyes. “I heard about your suicide attempt. Drake, if you’re truly this unstable, I can only be grateful that I left you,

don’t want a failed relationship

the lift with

spot, replaying Thalia’s

“Don’t try

she still

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didn’t want him to

Drake’s eyes

couldn’t

still

Peninsula complex

on the balcony, one could see the vast riverscape and

furnished with top–quality appliances, and the interior design matched her preferences perfectly–evidence of

as they placed her belongings in their appropriate

Tribeca

enjoyed a restful sleep in the comfortable, spacious bed.

Drake

deluded himself that Thalia

carefully, he realized Drake was having conversations with

a hand on Drake’s shoulder. “Dude,

with the imaginary “Thalia,” seemingly quite happy

place at the table, saying Thalia

strongly urged Drake to see a

refused, insisting there was nothing