Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

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“Go, untie the ropes binding her. Where’s the sport in keeping her restrained?” Malfoy directed this to Jerry.

“Right away, sir,” Jerry replied, walking toward Thalia.

Everyone present heard their exchange clearly. Moments earlier, Malfoy had ordered his men to assault Thalia.

They had advanced like a pack of hungry wolves toward their prey.

Thalia was lying at the edge of the building, somewhat distant from them.

The group

had only made it halfway when they heard Malfoy’s command. They all stopped in unison, swallowing hard, their eyes fixed eagerly on Thalia as they impatiently waited for Jerry to untie her.

Thalia glared fiercely at Malfoy, her eyes conveying a desire to subject him to a thousand agonizing cuts.

Malfoy, the psychopath, savored her hatred. A smile played on his lips as he asked with perverse pleasure, “Hate me, do you?”

“Too bad. Crushing you would be as simple as squashing an ant. No matter how much you loathe me, you’re utterly powerless. The impotent rage of the helpless is like a stimulant to me.”

Jerry walked over, pulled Thalia away from the edge, and untied the ropes binding her.

The moment she was freed, Thalia recklessly charged at Malfoy.

Jerry had just dragged her closer to where Malfoy stood, putting them in close proximity. When Thalia lunged, Jerry couldn’t react in time.

Malfoy’s other henchmen were distracted, their minds filled with vile thoughts about assaulting the woman. They had assumed Thalia was a helpless female, never imagining she would risk her life attacking Malfoy once freed.

So no one stopped her initially.

She successfully reached Malfoy.

Malfoy reacted quickly, dodging her potentially lethal blow.

Then he immediately counter–attacked, shouting, “Stand back, all of you! Nobody interfere!”

excitement, his entire being in a state of manic frenzy as he

down.

previously monitored Thalia, they had reported videos of her crying, drowning her sorrows in

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pining for Asher.

had dismissed her as merely a pretty airhead, hopelessly love–struck, unable to

knew Thalia was a solicitor by profession, but hadn’t respected

simply a fool obsessed with

never understood why someone like Asher would

was undeniably beautiful, but there were plenty of attractive women. Why had Asher become so utterly besotted with this

they hadn’t mentioned that she had any fighting

pale with fear. To Malfoy, she seemed no different from any other fragile woman–a pampered young

expected she would have the courage to attack him, much

training he had endured was beyond what ordinary people

abandoned him on a deserted island to survive in the wilderness.

thrown into a fighting

dealings, engaging in violent confrontations with rival gangs, committing murders and robberies,

Malfoy’s power had grown substantially, even rivaling the

his mentor with his own

opponent, Thalia

anger and reckless abandon

at this

couldn’t possibly leave

group of vile men or fighting Malfoy to the death, she

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death. Rather than dying in humiliation, she chose to release all her emotions–the

of surprises,” Malfoy’s expression shifted from contempt to genuine astonishment, his eyes

encountered a woman

passively await their violation or leap from the building to

possibilities but never imagined she

was like a frenzied lioness, possessed

place, watching the intense battle with