Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 120

Chapter 120

Sebastian’s expression wasn’t much better than Asher’s. He was practically grinding his back teeth to dust. “I’m bloody furious. Victoria actually hired The Dreamboys!”

Asher watched as Thalia held her drink in one hand while running her other hand over a male performer’s chest.

The sourness of the tequila and lemon cocktail he’d just drunk lingered in his mouth, making even the air seem acidic.

Asher couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up abruptly, startling Sebastian. “What are you doing?”

“Taking her home.”

Sebastian grabbed him. “Don’t be daft! You can’t show yourself now. What if Malfoy has eyes in the bar? All that effort of nearly getting yourself killed to break up with her would be for nothing.”

Asher knew this was true, of course.

Not far away, Thalia was all smiles, surrounded by several men vying for her attention, with Victoria egging them

on.

Asher watched with a dark expression. Before he could say anything, Sebastian suddenly bolted away, leaving a rush of cool air in his wake.

Asher looked up and saw that Victoria, clearly intoxicated, was resting her head against one of the performers‘ chests with a look of absolute bliss.

Seeing Sebastian rush over, Asher, concerned about being spotted, moved to a position where Thalia couldn’t see

him.

Meanwhile, Victoria was happily leaning against the handsome performer’s muscular chest when she suddenly felt herself pulled into a different, warm embrace.

Before Victoria could react, Sebastian landed a punch on the performer. “Sod off!”

The performer, having taken the blow, was about to retaliate when his colleagues held him back. “Don’t!”

The punch sobered Victoria up considerably. She cried out in surprise and instinctively went to check on the performer who’d been hit. “Are you alright, darling?”

The performer looked thoroughly displeased, his face flushed as he glared at Sebastian.

“I’m terribly sorry. Let me sort you out,” Victoria said, reaching into her handbag and taking out several notes to stuff into the performer’s hands. “Sorry, this is all the cash I have. I’ll add a £5,000 tip on my card for you later.”

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dark expression, pulling her toward him. “Haven’t you made enough of a spectacle of

disoriented, was now somewhat sobered by Sebastian’s disruption. She stared at him. “Sebastian, what are you

to take Victoria home,” Sebastian replied to Thalia before turning back to

“Is he

came alone.”

flashed in

arms right now, lost in pleasure. Why would he

took another

Couldn’t you just talk to me like a normal person instead of punching someone?” Victoria was furious, her tone

exactly was I supposed to talk to you? You were practically in his arms! Victoria, is this how your

you know!” Victoria struggled, trying

tight, refusing to let

after, the bar manager hurried over.

heard someone was causing trouble and hitting people, he had brought several bouncers with him, intending to throw out the troublemakers. However, when he saw it was

fierce as he curled his lips. “Are you running

with fright. “Absolutely not, sir! You’ve got it all wrong. We’re

how do you explain these men?” Sebastian pointed at

replied, “They’re professional hosts, sir. Completely legitimate. They only

didn’t this one move away

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him? He looked like he

the young lady because she was intoxicated. It was a kind gesture, Mr. Quinn. This is

backed up the manager: “I simply had too much to drink and nearly fell.

furious, his expression incredulous. “I’m making a

her temples. “Enough. I’ll go home with you. Just stop acting like some spoiled

anger, his face turning red. “Fine, fine, fine! I’m making a scene, I’m a spoiled rich boy, I cause trouble

released Victoria’s hand and stormed off in anger.

apologetically at the manager. “I’m sorry about that. My brother can be quite unreasonable sometimes. Let

and shirt approached with a card machine. “Your total for the evening comes to

her card and paid £70,000. “The extra £5,000

manager smiled obsequiously. “You’re

a high alcohol tolerance. She hadn’t been drunk at all–she was only pretending in order to flirt

would have thought Sebastian would appear out of nowhere, not only ruining her fun but also embarrassing her

unfocused eyes

You’re completely plastered. I’ll call