Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 125

Chapter 125

At the restaurant.

Langdon Johnson had reserved a luxurious private dining room.

Though there were only five people in their party, the table was large enough to seat ten.

Johnson considerately pulled out a chair, bowing slightly toward Asher with a deferential gesture.

“Mr. Blackwood, please,” he said with practiced courtesy.

Asher, accustomed to such deference, took his seat naturally.

This was Thalia’s first time witnessing how others treated the CEO of Blackwood Industries in public.

The man before her received others‘ flattery with cool detachment, his features radiating an icy remoteness, his entire being exuding an unapproachable distance.

It made Thalia feel as though she was watching a stranger. She found it impossible to reconcile this aloof man with the one who had once worn an apron to cook for her.

After Asher sat down, Alexander took the seat to his right.

Johnson then chose a seat to Asher’s left, deliberately leaving one chair empty between them.

His seating choice was strategic–not too distant to discuss business, yet not too close to impose on Mr. Blackwood.

The head partner sat to Johnson’s left.

Thalia deliberately chose the position furthest from Asher, sitting directly across from him.

Asher leaned back in his chair, his cool gaze sweeping over to her, a flicker of disappointment passing almost imperceptibly through his eyes.

Alexander caught this interaction and sighed inwardly.

What a pair of star–crossed lovers.

Once everyone was seated, Johnson pushed the menu toward Asher. “Mr. Blackwood.”

Asher casually flipped through it, naming several dishes before sliding the menu back to Johnson.

Johnson added a few more expensive specialties.

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the man across from her, staring absently at the glass lazy Susan on the table instead.

ordered were all

felt a surge of resentment.

for lunch,

playing at? Acting the role

partner and Johnson present, Thalia couldn’t simply

sharing the private dining room with

what game

in casual conversation with those beside him, but his gaze kept

checking her phone, like a dejected little quail. The sight made Asher want to reach across and gently stroke her head, or pull her into

server finished bringing all the

silent, focusing on

Laurina, she’d felt utterly miserable and had no appetite. She’d struggled with

men–nor wanting to–she

assistant to sign the contract tomorrow. Johnson was ecstatic and

and ingratiating to increasingly uninhibited. His face flushed as he launched into the story of his rise to success, talking endlessly.

chatter. His thoughts remained fixed on the woman opposite him, his

of her.

and the head partner were too busy drinking and chatting to notice Asher’s

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his head resignedly. It was obvious–his

including persistent pursuers like Grace Bennett, yet cold and aloof as he was, he’d

previously thought Asher might be asexual or simply uninterested in women, until he’d seen Thalia’s photograph at Asher’s home. Then he realized Asher wasn’t disinterested

he had

the meal, Johnson, thoroughly intoxicated, departed early in a car arranged by the

the restaurant

bid farewell to Asher and Alexander: “Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Wellington,

Asher remained silent.

directly, but Alexander understood him. “Are you taking a taxi back?” he asked

partner replied: “Yes, Miss Winters and I are here on

this, Asher’s brow furrowed

with Thalia returning to a hotel with an intoxicated middle–aged man, immediately offered: “I can drive Miss Winters back.

glanced at the ride–sharing app on his phone, thinking: Why couldn’t he have

already ordered a car, he didn’t want to cancel it and impose on Alexander, so

“Please don’t trouble yourself. I’ll just grab my own taxi.”

phone to order a