Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 174

“Yes, of course,” Thalia put on a fake smile. “Who am I to turn down paying clients?”

Thalia sat down in the single armchair next to Asher. An assistant brought them tea, then quietly left, closing the door behind her.

Thalia curled her lips slightly, picked up her teacup, took a sip, and asked, “How exactly does Mr. Blackwood propose to work together?”

Asher took out two document folders. “These are the cases that need representation.”

He handed the folders to Thalia.

Thalia accepted them. “The Blackwood Group is such a massive enterprise, and as CEO, you must be incredibly busy. Do you really manage trivial matters like litigation yourself?”

Her tone was decidedly sarcastic.

Asher, however, didn’t seem to mind. He smiled and replied good–naturedly, “Working with Ms. Winters is hardly a trivial matter.”

Thalia ignored this comment and expressionlessly opened the folders to examine the contents.

For a major corporation like Blackwood Group, even a single sales contract could involve tens or hundreds of millions in value, with evidence running into thousands of pages or even multiple boxes. Asher couldn’t possibly have brought all that evidence with him.

The folders contained consolidated case information, listing various cases that Blackwood Group wanted to entrust to the firm, along with evidence summaries.

Thalia quickly scanned through them.

Blackwood Group had many subsidiaries across various industries, including high–tech, hospitality, and fashion and jewelry.

The materials concisely outlined the types of cases needing representation, the claims sought, and key evidence. Everything was clear and straightforward, obviously having been preliminarily organized.

Each case had comprehensive evidence–contracts, company bank transaction records, chat logs between company staff and counterparties, and various receipts, all preserved in full.

Cases with such complete evidence carried minimal litigation risk and had high chances of success–the kind that all lawyers preferred to handle.

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After looking through the materials, Thalia smiled enigmatically. “Thanks for this, Mr. Blackwood.”

Asher’s gaze rested on Thalia, his eyes containing a subtle smile. “My pleasure, Ms. Winters.”

Thalia nodded. “Tll have my assistant print out the engagement contract. Won’t be a moment”

“Take your time.”

Thalia rose, opened the door, and walked out.

room, she saw everyone gathered around a table in the hall.

“Ms. Winters, Rupert’s treating the entire firm to coffee today. He’s so

I found the right

“Thalia, I think I just spotted Mr. Blackwood. My eyes

sweet interactions between Asher and Thalia at the bar, she had become their biggest supporter. Later, when Asher helped find a

she firmly supported Thalia and Asher as a

gave a simple “Mm–hmm.”

behind Thalia. “Is Mr. Blackwood here to win you

flicked her forehead. “Don’t be daft. Mr. Blackwood is here

Is our firm that prestigious?” Lucy

Thalia pretended to glare at her

and returning to the reception room, Thalia noticed a Starbucks coffee cup in

to be from

“One of your colleagues just brought this in,

amusement playing at his lips. “There was even a cup for me. How terribly generous of

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Rupert.”

Thalia casually remarked. “If it’s not to your taste, don’t feel

smiled but said

if everything’s in order,”

papers.

“Right.”

and made a phone call.

“Right away, sir.”

bespectacled, formally dressed middle–aged

introduced him: “Legal representative, Martin Clarke.”

greeted him: “Hello, Mr.

“Hello, Ms. Winters.”

down, took out the company seal and a pen from his briefcase, and professionally

contracts.

contract must be signed, with each party keeping one. Asher had entrusted them with so many cases that signing

mouth twitched

brought someone to sign

signed the contracts without even glancing at them, his pen moving

want

has approved them, there’s certainly no issue,” Martin replied without looking up, continuing to sign like an automated

paused momentarily. “Mr. Blackwood hasn’t actually