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

dishes Asher had just ordered were all her

surge of

he continued these meaningless gestures–first insisting she stay for lunch, then ordering her favorite dishes right in front of her.

he playing at? Acting the role of

partner and Johnson present, Thalia couldn’t simply stand up and

the private dining room with Asher made her

what game he was

his gaze kept straying to the woman across

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

finished bringing all the

remained silent, focusing

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

to join the conversation between the men–nor wanting to–she concentrated

collaborate with Caresol, saying he’d send his assistant to sign the contract tomorrow.

from initially respectful and ingratiating to increasingly uninhibited. His face flushed as

him, his gaze repeatedly drawn in her direction. He rotated the lazy Susan, deliberately stopping her

front of her.

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

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It was obvious–his friend

up, including persistent pursuers like Grace Bennett, yet cold and aloof as he was, he’d never shown interest

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

her, he had rejected

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

the restaurant

Alexander: “Mr.

Asher remained silent.

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

“Yes, Miss Winters and I

brow furrowed slightly.

Thalia returning to a hotel with an intoxicated middle–aged man, immediately offered: “I can drive Miss Winters back. I haven’t touched a

at the ride–sharing app on his phone, thinking:

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

“Please don’t trouble yourself. I’ll just

her phone to order a car.