Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 109 The silence in the room was absolute, making the vibration of his mobile seem unnaturally loud against the polished side table.

Asher glanced at the screen before answering. It was Thalia calling.

His eyes darkened momentarily as he accepted the call, his voice rough with strain. “Hello, Lia." Hearing the hoarseness in his voice, the young woman on the other end immediately sounded concerned. "Asher, what's the matter? You sound dreadful. Did something happen on your way back?" "No, nothing happened." Thalia: "..." A moment of silence hung between them.

Thalia spoke again, providing the update he'd requested. “I've arrived safely. The journey was quite straightforward. This place is properly secluded, and the housekeeper looking afteris lovely-ever so kind and attentive. Everything's perfectly fine." Except I can't see you. I'll miss you terribly and worry constantly about your safety.

She kept these thoughts to herself.

She didn't want to be overly sentimental. This wasn't the tfor romantic declarations-Asher had critical matters to handle. Her role now was simply to follow his instructions and remain safely hidden away. Asher responded with a noncommittal "Mmm." Thalia noticed his unusually distant manner, assuming he was still processing the traumatic events they'd experienced on the road.

"Well..." Thalia began hesitantly, “I ought to let you go. I know you've got rather a lot on your plate at the moment." Asher tilted his head back, staring vacantly at the sunlight streaming through the window. As though summoning every ounce of strength he possessed, his eyes reddening, he spoke each word with deliberate precision: "Lia, I think we should end things." There was no need to consider further.

Grandfather was right-the Winters were legitimate business people ill-equipped to withstand Malfoy's ruthles methods.

15:15 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True 98.2% Chapter 109 Each day they remained together placed the Winters family in greater danger.

Thalia froze, clutching her phone as her lips moved soundlessly, unable to form a single word.

Tears fell unbidden down her cheeks.

After what seemed an eternity, Thalia finally managed to ask, her voice trembling with emotion: "Is it because you're afraid of puttingin danger?" "No, nothing like that. I've simply realized this arrangement isn't particularly... fulfilling. You see...” Asher drew a deep breath, fighting back his own tears as he forced himself to continue: "My previous attentions toward you were based on my assessment that you would make a suitable Mrs. Blackwood. Only someone of your beauty, intelligence, and family background would be qualified to be the Blackwood matriarch, but..." Asher closed his eyes briefly, suppressing his anguish as he continued with painful effort: “But I've cto realize I'm not quite ready to settle down. I don't fancy being limited to just one woman for the rest of my life. So, I think it's best we part ways. Try to forget me. I'm truly sorry for letting you down." The country estate consisted of a charming two-story cottage with a small garden.

From the window of Thalia's room, she could look down at the garden below.

In this season, the garden presented a scene of desolation, mirroring the despair in her heart.

Thalia curled up on the bed, clutching the duvet as she wept silently.

Since ending the call over an hour ago, her tears hadn't ceased.

How could a person possess so many tears? It seemed an inexhaustible supply.

She didn't believe Asher's claim that he was ending things because he wasn't ready to settle down.

That wasn't the man she knew.

This had to be because of Malfoy.

Asher was desperate to sever their connection to prevent Malfoy from harming her.

But those words had wounded her deeply; she couldn't remain unmoved.

She hadn't wanted to cry, but the tears flowed beyond her control.

Winter days grew dark early-by six in the evening, twilight had already descended.

A gentle knock sounded at the door as the housekeeper called softly from outside: "Miss Winters, dinner's ready when you are." 15:15 O Your Gold Digger is Actually A True 98.4% Chayay 199 Thalia sniffled, her voice slightly hoarse. "Mary, I'm not feeling up to eating, thank you." Perhaps the housekeeper hadn't heard her, as she knocked again. "Miss Winters, have you nodded off?" Thalia wiped her tears, climbed off the bed, and hastily adjusted her hair and clothing before opening the door. "Mary, I'm afraid I don't have much of an appetite this evening. Please do go ahead without me." The housekeeper's expression changed upon seeing Thalia's red, swollen eyes. "Miss Winters, is everything all right? You look rather upset." Thalia shook her head gently, her voice thick with congestion. "I'm perfectly fine." The housekeeper looked concerned and asked, "Would you liketo ring Mr. Blackwood for you?" Of all things to mention.

It was an innocent mistake, of course.

Thalia forced her lips into a smile more painful than tears, feigning strength as she replied: "Truly, I'm absolutely fine. It's just the unfamiliarity of this place, and I'm terribly worried about my father's condition. I couldn't help but shed a few tears, but there's nothing to fret about." The housekeeper wasn't aware of Randolph's hospitalization, and so didn't press further after Thalia's explanation. “I'm relieved to hear you're well. You gavequite a fright! Mr. Blackwood specifically instructed that you should contact him for anything at all-even if the meals aren't to your liking or you're having trouble sleeping." Thalía paused, slightly taken aback. “Did he really say that?" The housekeeper smiled warmly. "Indeed he did, Miss Winters. It's quite clear Mr. Blackwood cares tremendously for you." Thalia fell silent.

The housekeeper continued: "Do rest now. If you becpeckish later, just givea shout, and I'll prepare something for you." "Please don't trouble yourself. I won't be eating tonight. Once you've finished your tasks, you should get srest." The housekeeper looked somewhat conflicted. "Mr. Blackwood was most emphatic about ensuring your comfort.

I'll be staying in the room diagonally across from yours. Should you need anything at all, simply knock." "Very well." At a secluded estate outside London.

Tom Malfoy lounged on the leather Chesterfield, arms stretched across the back cushions, long legs crossed with 1515 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True 98.6% Chapter 105 affected nonchalance as he reclined in a picture of deceptive ease.

Despite his relaxed posture, his eyes glinted with dangerous intent as he spoke through clenched teeth. "Letget this straight-the three of you couldn't handle Blackwood, even with a bloody woman in tow?"

The man kneeling before him had bandages wrapped around his head and arm. He was the driver of the Aston Martin that had pursued Asher that afternoon. Asher's bullet had struck his arm, and he'd sustained a serious head injury when his vehicle collided with the guardrail, knocking him unconscious. After being rushed to hospital and stabilized, he'd ripped out his IV line and immediately hastened to Malfoy's estate to report, his wounds barely treated.

The man's face was ghostly pale, though whether from his injuries or sheer terror remained unclear. He trembled visibly as he responded: "Y-yes, sir. That's... that's precisely what happened.” "And those two useless pillocks-still no sign of them, I take it?" Malfoy narrowed his eyes, murderous intent radiating from his gaze.

At that moment, Jerry, the bodyguard standing behind him, leaned forward, speaking in hushed tones: "Sir, we've just had word. The police have recovered the bodies of Jack and Zac." Jack was the Russian mercenary who had operated the high-caliber sniper rifle that afternoon.

Zac was British, one of the hit men under Jerry's command.

Both men had been in the Porsche 918 when it crashed through the barrier and plunged down the m embankment. Their survival had been virtually impossible, so the discovery of their bodies was hardly unexpected. However, Jack had still been clutching his rifle when the vehicle fell.

Which meant the weapon was now in police custody.

This complicated matters tremendously.

Malfoy's gaze turned razor-sharp, cold as steel. He raised his foot and viciously kicked the kneeling man before him, showing utter disregard for the severity of his injuries.

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