Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 125

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

just ordered were all her favorites.

surge of

she stay for lunch, then ordering her favorite

was he playing at? Acting the

present, Thalia couldn’t simply

sharing the private dining room with Asher made her

couldn’t fathom what game he was

but his gaze

nor checking her phone, like a dejected little quail. The sight made Asher

finished bringing all the

focusing

no appetite. She’d struggled

between the men–nor wanting to–she concentrated on her meal.

Caresol, saying he’d send his assistant to

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

the woman opposite him, his gaze repeatedly

front of her.

were too busy drinking and chatting to notice Asher’s subtle actions, but Alexander observed

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resignedly. It was obvious–his friend was hopelessly lovesick.

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

be asexual or simply uninterested in women, until he’d seen Thalia’s photograph at Asher’s home. Then he

he had

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

the restaurant

Alexander: “Mr. Blackwood, Mr. Wellington, we’ll be off then.”

Asher remained silent.

he couldn’t express directly, but Alexander understood him. “Are you taking a taxi back?” he asked

I are here on business–we’re

this, Asher’s brow furrowed slightly.

returning 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

on his phone, thinking: Why couldn’t he have said

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

yourself. I’ll just

opened her phone to order a car.

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