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

ordered were

surge

stay for lunch, then ordering her

Acting the role of devoted

head partner and Johnson present, Thalia couldn’t simply

the private dining room with Asher made her

fathom what game he was playing.

casual conversation with those beside him, but his gaze kept straying to

sight made Asher want to reach across and gently stroke her head, or

server finished bringing

focusing on

Last night on the plane, after unexpectedly encountering Asher and Laurina, she’d felt utterly miserable and had no appetite. She’d struggled with insomnia

the men–nor wanting to–she concentrated

saying he’d send his assistant to sign the contract tomorrow. Johnson was

demeanor transformed from initially respectful and ingratiating to increasingly uninhibited. His face flushed as he launched into the story of his rise to success,

remained fixed on the woman opposite him, his gaze repeatedly drawn in her direction. He

of

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

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

including persistent pursuers like Grace Bennett,

photograph at Asher’s home. Then he

he had rejected everyone else.

departed early in a car

restaurant entrance.

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

Asher remained silent.

but Alexander understood him. “Are you taking a taxi

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

Asher’s brow

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

ride–sharing app on his phone, thinking: Why

want to cancel it and impose on Alexander, so he replied: “That would be

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

her phone to