Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 167

Chapter 167

Grace fumbled her way over, and by the moonlight streaming through the ventilation port, she could see it was a

blanket.

It was covered with a thick layer of grime, so blackened that its original color was indistinguishable, and it emitted a nauseating stench–clearly unwashed for ages.

“Urgh-”

Grace retched involuntarily.

She had already vomited several times during the day from seasickness.

Having had nothing to eat, her stomach contained only acid, and her dry heaving produced nothing.

Feeling intensely nauseated, she kicked the blanket away in disgust.

She had previously lived a life of luxury in the Blackwood household. When had she ever endured such hardship?

Even when her mother was still alive and she was just a housekeeper’s daughter, she had never suffered like this.

Grace hugged her knees and began to sob quietly.

Her soft cries were drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The winter temperature was already low, and being at sea made the nights even colder.

She shivered violently, her lips turning purplish–blue, as if all the blood in her body was about to freeze.

Finally, she picked up that filthy, stinking blanket.

To survive, Grace had no choice but to wrap herself in the foul–smelling covering.

After a bumpy journey, Grace finally arrived in Britain.

Having been adrift for several days, unable to eat or sleep properly, she had lost considerable weight. She hadn’t bathed for days and emitted a foul odor.

Even the men who came to drag her off the ship couldn’t help but feel disgusted.

“Bloody hell! She absolutely reeks!”

“Urgh-”

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Grace, ripped the tape from her mouth with obvious revulsion, untied the ropes binding her, and threw her

filthy slag. You stink to

Southampton. Although there were no sharks in these waters, Grace couldn’t swim, so being thrown overboard still put her

who tossed her in was unaware

water, screaming for

she was faking it and stood on the shore laughing. “That’s it, splash around a bit more. Get properly

referred to was

port where the ship was docked was in Southampton,

cold. Grace trembled in the water, her lips blue, her limbs

lungs had taken in a significant amount of seawater, making breathing increasingly difficult. After struggling for a while, Grace

cries grow feeble and her body beginning to

swim? For fuck’s sake, now I’ve got to go in after you?”

the man naturally didn’t want to jump into the sea to rescue anyone.

his surroundings and spotted an orange life ring hanging nearby.

into the sea. “Grab this and pull yourself out, you dirty

life ring splashed down, but Grace stretched her hand out and lacked the strength to paddle toward it.

couldn’t reach the life ring and was about to sink, the man

pull her out, but Grace had swallowed a lot of seawater and was suffering from hypothermia.

is

were told to get her cleaned up,

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mean?”

anymore, so I chucked her in the sea. How was I to know she couldn’t swim? Just my bloody luck. I had to go in after her. I’m freezing my bollocks off Take her away and find a doctor to look at her. Don’t

If the boss arrives and you’re not here, he’ll have your guts

I know.”

Bennett next opened her eyes, three

she swiveled her

very similar to the

she was now in

was likely the trailer of a

now had a thick blanket covering her–apparently they were

wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, hugging her body, her shoulders trembling

journey had been utterly miserable.

looking in a mirror, she could guess

she leaned against the metal wall of the trailer to rest.

still bone–chillingly cold, making her

an ice cave.

the lorry was probably heading toward

more hours, she

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