Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 192

Light poured down from above.

Malfoy stared at Asher, his gaze ice–cold.

“What an unexpected visitor. What brings the illustrious Mr. Blackwood to a place like this?”

Bandages wrapped Malfoy’s head and arms. He had sustained serious injuries during his failed attempt to kill Asher in a murder–suicide.

From the moment Asher’s traitor had warned him, Malfoy had known his empire was crumbling.

Sokolov’s term was ending, and he had become deeply unpopular. Given the political climate, his re–election as Prime Minister was virtually impossible.

Once Natalia Volkova took office, she would inevitably coordinate efforts to dismantle Malfoy’s organization.

Upon receiving the warning, Malfoy had begun planning his fake death, secretly escaping to Britain with the intention of taking Asher down with him.

His associate, Mikhail, had urged him to disappear and live out the rest of his life under a new identity.

Malfoy had scoffed, his eyes contemptuous. “Do I look like a coward who would hide in the shadows?”

“If Blackwood wants me dead…” Malfoy’s eyes had narrowed, glinting dangerously, “then I’ll make sure he accompanies me to the grave.”

Malfoy’s rapid rise to power in recent years owed much to Sokolov’s powerful backing.

Throughout this period, Malfoy had engaged in shadowy businesses and criminal enterprises as a matter of routine. As the saying goes, the most profitable ventures are those listed in the criminal code–a principle Malfoy had thoroughly validated.

Before Sokolov’s downfall, Asher’s efforts against Malfoy had consistently been obstructed by the Prime Minister.

No matter how influential Asher was in London, he couldn’t openly challenge the Russian Prime Minister.

The notion of assassinating Sokolov was out of the question…

In fact, since Malfoy’s return to Britain last year, Asher had been covertly supporting Volkova’s rise to power.

It was precisely because Malfoy had discovered this that he had frantically sent men to openly attempt Asher’s assassination in Russia.

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me guess,” Malfoy’s eyes gleamed with malicious amusement, “has Andrew succumbed to the poison?”

Malfoy as he spoke in

was definitive–not a

he responded flippantly: “Did I?

remained unperturbed. He slowly withdrew a photograph from the folder. “Do you remember

the image before Malfoy’s

moments before instantly lost his composure,

the full measure of Malfoy’s rage.

casual indifference:

done to my mother’s memorial?” Malfoy’s eyes blazed red, veins bulging at his temples.

you were heartless. So you do care about something after

mother’s shrine and grave?” Malfoy teetered

was such a lovely day, I thought I’d take your mother out

mausoleum–I assumed your mother was actually buried there. Only

it was

voice was light, as though discussing dinner

erupted with

lunged forward

guards immediately restrained him.

Malfoy roared, his eyes bloodshot.

gave a slight nod, and Lucas

said quietly to Asher.

“Mm.”

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Malfoy completely

burning with such intense hatred that it seemed he wanted to tear

reclining casually in his chair across from

truth about Andrew’s poisoning, and I’ll

you!” Malfoy struggled violently, attempting

unhurriedly from his seat before suddenly delivering a vicious

strength. Even someone as physically resilient as Malfoy likely