Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 222

---- He never expected this level of ferocity from Thalia. He'd assumed she was just some delicate, refined girl. By the time he snapped out of his shock, Thalia had already walked away. Margaret, still fuming, tried to chase after Thalia, but Trump grabbed her arm. "Enough! We're standing outside a courthouse, for God's sake!" Margaret burst into tears. "Trump Ashcroft, you heartless bastard! Your wife gets slapped around and you just stand there watching? Let go of me!

Don't you dare touch me!" Trump said impatiently, "Just stop, will you? You're making a scene. Let's go home." "What the hell happened?" Drake emerged from the restroom, looking completely confused. "Mom, what happened to your face?" "That bitch Thalia Winters attacked me!" Trump shot his son a dark look. "Drake, get your mother out of ---- here. She's embarrassing herself." Drake's brows knitted together. "Dad, seriously, what's going on?" "Your mother started it. She can't blame Ms.

Winters for defending herself," Trump said grimly. "She tried to slap Ms. Winters, missed, and got her ass handed to her instead. Can we please just go now?" "Mom, I get that you're upset about losing, but you can't just attack people," Drake said, looking disappointed. "Thalia's Dad's lawyer-she's just doing what he's paying her for. You can't take your frustration out on her." "Oh, that's just perfect! Now you're taking that bitch's side?" Margaret's eyes were red with fury. "I'm your mother!

up with Sienna and lost Thalia in the first place." ---- "So this is my fault now?" Margaret spat. Drake laughed bitterly. "As if I'd dare blame you, right?"

out in your office." Thalia paused mid-step. "Lucia's here?" The receptionist nodded. "Yeah, been waiting almost an hour. I told her you were in court, but she said she didn't mind waiting." Thalia nodded and continued inside. Lucia was sprawled on the sofa, flipping idly through a legal journal.

settled on the sofa. "What brings you by, Ms. Schulz?" Thalia pulled out some premium tea leaves, put on water to boil, and started preparing tea. Lucia smiled. "I brought you something." She picked up a box from beside her. "To thank you for literally saving my life, I had this pink

carats-a stunning teardrop-shaped fancy pink that caught the light in dazzling

it." Thalia recognized the designer's logo instantly. This brand's custom pieces started in the millions. This particular masterpiece was extraordinary. The 25-carat pink diamond alone would be worth over a hundred million. The entire necklace had