Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 142

The previous evening.

Randolph’s call reached the Blackwood residence.

“Is Thalia’s disappearance connected to that illegitimate son of yours?” Randolph demanded, his voice taut with barely contained fury despite his measured tone.

Andrew’s expression immediately darkened. “Good lord, Thalia’s gone missing? Have the police been informed?”

“The police themselves rang me to confirm she’s missing! We’ve been calling her mobile countless times–it’s completely dead. Victoria and I have been to her flat and law firm and found no trace of her whatsoever.”

Randolph’s voice trembled with a mixture of anger and concern. “And where, might I ask, is Asher in all this? His former fiancée has vanished into thin air and he’s not even looking for her?”

“We’ve only just heard about Thalia ourselves. Asher’s still at the office and presumably doesn’t know yet. I’ll notify him straightaway. Try not to worry too much–I’m sure there’s a reasonable explanation. Perhaps her mobile’s simply out of battery. Once it’s charged, I’m certain she’ll be in touch.”

“Out of battery? You can’t be serious!” Randolph retorted with bitter incredulity. “Victoria and I have been searching for her all bloody night without so much as a glimpse! It’s terribly convenient for you to be so nonchalant–she’s not your daughter, so naturally you couldn’t care less!”

“Randolph, please, do try to stay calm,” Andrew urged.

“Calm? How the bloody hell am I supposed to stay calm?” Randolph’s voice escalated, raw with emotion. “If it were Asher who’d suddenly disappeared, would you be sitting there telling me to ‘stay calm‘?”

Andrew winced at Randolph’s intensity, massaging his temple as a headache began to form. “Let’s see what the police have to say first, shall we?”

Catherine sat beside Andrew. She could hear most of Randolph’s distressed voice through the phone and pieced together what was happening.

She was genuinely fond of Thalia, regarding her almost as a daughter.

Upon learning of Thalia’s disappearance, Catherine felt immediate anxiety flood through her.

“What’s happened? Thalia’s missing?” she couldn’t help asking, concern etched across her face.

Andrew exchanged a few more words with Randolph before ending the call.

“Yes, Randolph says they can’t reach Thalia. He and Victoria have been searching for her all night.”

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furrowed deeply with worry. “Have they

replied. “That’s how the police contacted them.”

Asher know? We must tell him immediately so he can help with the search.”

him

to dial Asher’s number, his son called

you’ve heard about Thalia’s disappearance, I take it?

his features. “Good God! Kidnapped? What on

voice was heavy with exhaustion, his tone gravely serious. “It’s Tom Malfoy. I’m on my way home now. Please don’t panic–wait until I arrive.

dread and guilt crossing his face. “But Randolph mentioned they’ve

was heading home to discuss our strategy. If the police get involved, Malfoy

to do? The authorities already know she’s missing,” Andrew frowned,

me at home. I’ll be there

words, Asher ended

“Any news about Thalia?”

his voice hollow with worry.

heavy pause, Andrew continued gravely: “Thalia has been kidnapped by… Tom Malfoy.”

He has no quarrel with Thalia–why on earth would he suddenly kidnap her? If it’s about revenge against Asher because of his engagement to Thalia, they’ve already broken things

with upset. “Asher’s relationship with Laurina has been splashed across every tabloid in Britain. Laurina’s background isn’t widely known–Tom Malfoy certainly wouldn’t know about it. The Winters family has been left in peace for some time

distraught words, Andrew felt his headache intensifying.

his temples, he replied, “I know as little as you do. Asher said he’ll be home soon. We’ll

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I should ring Randolph and ask him to

for Thalia’s safety, Catherine looked at Andrew with accusing eyes, her voice low and bitter: “Tom Malfoy, Tom Malfoy–why is it always

a shadow of guilt crossed his face.

inner conflict. “That was decades ago! What possible good can come of bringing it up now? Instead of rehashing ancient history, please try

Catherine’s pent–up emotions finally erupted.

me how I’ve

harshly interrupted, rising to his feet. “This is hardly