Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 286

---- Thalia laughed humorlessly, looking down at Sean like he was something stuck to her shoe. "Is that right?" "No!" Sean's panic was palpable now. "Don't listen to these vultures! They're just piling on because they smell blood!" "Tl have my people look into it," Thalia said with chilling finality. Just then, Asher's phone rang. He checked the screen and answered immediately. The caller's voice was tense: "Sir, Sean Tann has been actively investigating Miss Winters.

He hired some dangerous people, gave them her photo, and paid them a fortune to 'take care of her.' The head guy called me as soon as he recognized who was in the photo." The caller hesitated, clearly uncomfortable. ---- Asher's patience evaporated. "Spit it out," he commanded. The caller's voice dropped to a near-whisper. "He wanted ten men to... break her...

killed too. Asher's knuckles turned white around the phone. His gaze dropped to Sean, eyes devoid of emotion-the way one looks at something already dead. Sean,

"sir Blackwood, please... I'm begging you... please..." The crowd gasped collectively. ---- Without hesitation, the bodyguards hauled Sean toward the exit. Thalia turned to Asher, her brow furrowed. "Who was on the phone?" Asher pulled her gently

Sean's screams pierced the evening air. The commotion was so intense that Lucia, still handling party preparations upstairs, heard it and came running down. On the deck, the crowd pressed against the railing, watching Sean thrash desperately in the water below.