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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her gaze lowered, not daring to look at the man across from her, staring absently at the glass

just ordered were all her

surge of resentment.

insisting she stay for lunch, then ordering her

playing at? Acting the role of

Johnson present, Thalia couldn’t simply stand up and leave.

private dining room with Asher made

game

those beside him, but his gaze kept straying to the woman across the

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

server finished bringing all the dishes.

focusing on her food.

encountering Asher and Laurina, she’d felt utterly miserable and had no appetite. She’d struggled with insomnia and this morning hadn’t even had time for breakfast before rushing to the golf

between the men–nor wanting to–she concentrated on

to sign the

alcohol took effect, Johnson’s demeanor transformed from initially respectful and ingratiating to increasingly uninhibited. His face flushed as he launched into

him, his gaze repeatedly drawn

of

too busy drinking and chatting to notice Asher’s subtle

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head resignedly. It was obvious–his friend

Asher had countless admirers growing up, including persistent pursuers like Grace Bennett, yet cold and aloof

Thalia’s photograph at Asher’s home. Then he realized Asher wasn’t disinterested in

her, he had

departed early in a car arranged by the

restaurant

farewell to Asher and Alexander: “Mr. Blackwood,

Asher remained silent.

he couldn’t express directly, but Alexander understood him. “Are

“Yes, Miss Winters and I are here on business–we’re staying at

brow furrowed slightly.

to a hotel with an intoxicated middle–aged man, immediately offered: “I can drive Miss Winters back. I haven’t touched a drop, so I’m perfectly fine to drive.”

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

to cancel it and impose on Alexander, so he replied: “That would be most kind, Mr.

declined: “Please don’t trouble yourself. I’ll just grab my

phone to order a car.