The neer was an elegant woman in her thirties, radiating a refined presence.
“Thalia,” Asher introduced, “this is Dr. Sarah Bet, the restoration expert I mentioned.”
Thalia’s eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She’d expected an elderly academic, not this striking
woman.
She rose quickly to shake hands. “Dr. Bet, I’m Thalia Winters. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help with my figurine.”
“Oh dear,” Sarahughed warmly, eyes crinkling. “Dr. Bet sounds terribly formal. Sarah, please.”
Thalia flushed, embarrassed at her over–formality.
14
“I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to be stuffy.”
“Not at all,” Sarah’s smile remained warm as her gaze flickered to Asher. “I must say, you’re quite
surprising. Our Asher here is notoriously particr–I’ve been quite curious what sort of woman could
capture his attention. Now I understandpletely.”
“Please, sit,” Thalia pulled out a chair.
After pouring tea for Sarah, Thalia hovered attentively. “Hope it’s to your taste.”
Sarah’s eyes danced with amusement as she sipped. “Perfect.”
“Thalia, darling, do rx,” Asher interjected. “Dr. Bet is being very wellpensated. You needn’t
fuss so.”
Thalia smiled and returned to her seat beside him.
“Always ruining my fun, Asher,” Sarah mock–pouted.
Turning to Thalia, she asked brightly, “Did you bring the piece with you, dear?”
“Not yet–would you minding back to the house with me after dinner? I can show you then.”
“Of course,” Sarah agreed readily.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
After dinner, Sarah apanied Thalia to the Winters estate.
Thalia carefully unwrapped the broken figurine. “Do you think it can be saved?”
Sarah examined the pieces, brow furrowing. “Quite thoroughly shattered, isn’t it?”
Thalia held her breath.
“But don’t worry, dear. Now it’s in my hands, I promise to restore it properly.”
Thalia exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
Sarah was privately thrilled. Asher’s restoration fee was extraordinarily generous for such a small project.
“Do you have any photos of the original piece?”
“Yes, I’ll send them to you.”
“Perfect. I’ll contact you if I need any other details. Shall we call it a night?”
“Let me have the driver take you home.”
“That would be lovely.”
With the restoration arranged, Thalia turned her thoughts to settling scores with Drake and Sienna.
She called her cousin Alexander.
“Alex? I need a favor.”
That evening, fresh from her shower, Thalia’s phone buzzed with an unknown New York number.
Thinking it might be a client, she answered. “Hello?”
Silence.
She tried again twice.
Still nothing.
“If you won’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
“It’s me.” Drake’s voice. “Thalia, unblock my number and WhatsApp.”
Her brow creased.
“No.”
His tone turned awkward. “Can’t we stop fighting? I’ve missed you these past few days. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over.”
“Over?” His voice went cold. “I never agreed to that.”
“This isn’t a divorce–I don’t need your agreement.” Thalia’s tone was ice. “Don’t contact me again, Drake.”
She hung up and blocked the new number.
Thalia turned her attention to her career ns. While she could open her own practice, shecked the reputation to make it sessful immediately.
She decided to join an established firm first, build her name, then strike out on her ownter.
When she shared this thinking with Asher, he waspletely supportive.
“You’re brilliant–you’ll make quite a name for yourself. Have you considered Sinir & Klein? They’re the top firm in London currently.”
After consideration, Thalia nodded. “I’ll send them my CV.”
Meanwhile, Drake stared at his silent phone, feeling hollow.
How could Thalia be so cold? Ending things without a backward nce?
Hey in her old bed, breathing in the lingering scent from her pillow.
Burying his face in it, he imagined her face. “Thalia, I miss you.”
God, how he missed her.
Sienna entered then. “Drake? Dinner’s ready.”
He pulled her down suddenly, passion igniting.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
At the height of intimacy, Drake called out mindlessly: “Thalia, my Thalía, I miss you so much…”
Beneath him, Sienna froze.
Her face went white.
The next day, Charlotte organized drinks to celebrate Thalia’s return.
At the bar, the three women settled into their booth.
N
“That Grace is going to be trouble,” Charlotte dered, downing her drink. “Her attitude yesterday was
appalling.”
Victoria nodded. “She does seem rather difficult. Your future sister–inw may prove challenging.”
Charlotte scoffed. “Sister–inw? Please. She’s the housekeeper’s daughter. ‘Ward‘ sounds better than ‘orphan living on charity,‘ doesn’t it?”
Thalia’s eyes widened–she hadn’t known Grace was the housekeeper’s child.
“Why did the ckwoods take her in?”
Victoria lowered her voice. “ording to James, Lady ckwood was being robbed. Their housekeeper took the knife meant for her. Before she died, Lady ckwood promised her
The neer was an elegant woman in her thirties, radiating a refined presence.
“Thalia,” Asher introduced, “this is Dr. Sarah Bet, the restoration expert I mentioned.”
Thalia’s eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She’d expected an elderly academic, not this striking
woman.
She rose quickly to shake hands. “Dr. Bet, I’m Thalia Winters. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help with my figurine.”
“Oh dear,” Sarahughed warmly, eyes crinkling. “Dr. Bet sounds terribly formal. Sarah, please.”
Thalia flushed, embarrassed at her over–formality.
14
“I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to be stuffy.”
“Not at all,” Sarah’s smile remained warm as her gaze flickered to Asher. “I must say, you’re quite
surprising. Our Asher here is notoriously particr–I’ve been quite curious what sort of woman could
capture his attention. Now I understandpletely.”
“Please, sit,” Thalia pulled out a chair.
After pouring tea for Sarah, Thalia hovered attentively. “Hope it’s to your taste.”
Sarah’s eyes danced with amusement as she sipped. “Perfect.”
“Thalia, darling, do rx,” Asher interjected. “Dr. Bet is being very wellpensated. You needn’t
fuss so.”
Thalia smiled and returned to her seat beside him.
“Always ruining my fun, Asher,” Sarah mock–pouted.
Turning to Thalia, she asked brightly, “Did you bring the piece with you, dear?”
“Not yet–would you minding back to the house with me after dinner? I can show you then.”
“Of course,” Sarah agreed readily.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
After dinner, Sarah apanied Thalia to the Winters estate.
Thalia carefully unwrapped the broken figurine. “Do you think it can be saved?”
Sarah examined the pieces, brow furrowing. “Quite thoroughly shattered, isn’t it?”
Thalia held her breath.
“But don’t worry, dear. Now it’s in my hands, I promise to restore it properly.”
Thalia exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
Sarah was privately thrilled. Asher’s restoration fee was extraordinarily generous for such a small project.
“Do you have any photos of the original piece?”
“Yes, I’ll send them to you.”
“Perfect. I’ll contact you if I need any other details. Shall we call it a night?”
“Let me have the driver take you home.”
“That would be lovely.”
With the restoration arranged, Thalia turned her thoughts to settling scores with Drake and Sienna.
She called her cousin Alexander.
“Alex? I need a favor.”
That evening, fresh from her shower, Thalia’s phone buzzed with an unknown New York number.
Thinking it might be a client, she answered. “Hello?”
Silence.
She tried again twice.
Still nothing.
“If you won’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
“It’s me.” Drake’s voice. “Thalia, unblock my number and WhatsApp.”
Her brow creased.
“No.”
His tone turned awkward. “Can’t we stop fighting? I’ve missed you these past few days. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over.”
“Over?” His voice went cold. “I never agreed to that.”
“This isn’t a divorce–I don’t need your agreement.” Thalia’s tone was ice. “Don’t contact me again, Drake.”
She hung up and blocked the new number.
Thalia turned her attention to her career ns. While she could open her own practice, shecked the reputation to make it sessful immediately.
She decided to join an established firm first, build her name, then strike out on her ownter.
When she shared this thinking with Asher, he waspletely supportive.
“You’re brilliant–you’ll make quite a name for yourself. Have you considered Sinir & Klein? They’re the top firm in London currently.”
After consideration, Thalia nodded. “I’ll send them my CV.”
Meanwhile, Drake stared at his silent phone, feeling hollow.
How could Thalia be so cold? Ending things without a backward nce?
Hey in her old bed, breathing in the lingering scent from her pillow.
Burying his face in it, he imagined her face. “Thalia, I miss you.”
God, how he missed her.
Sienna entered then. “Drake? Dinner’s ready.”
He pulled her down suddenly, passion igniting.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
At the height of intimacy, Drake called out mindlessly: “Thalia, my Thalía, I miss you so much…”
Beneath him, Sienna froze.
Her face went white.
The next day, Charlotte organized drinks to celebrate Thalia’s return.
At the bar, the three women settled into their booth.
N
“That Grace is going to be trouble,” Charlotte dered, downing her drink. “Her attitude yesterday was
appalling.”
Victoria nodded. “She does seem rather difficult. Your future sister–inw may prove challenging.”
Charlotte scoffed. “Sister–inw? Please. She’s the housekeeper’s daughter. ‘Ward‘ sounds better than ‘orphan living on charity,‘ doesn’t it?”
Thalia’s eyes widened–she hadn’t known Grace was the housekeeper’s child.
“Why did the ckwoods take her in?”
Victoria lowered her voice. “ording to James, Lady ckwood was
The neer was an elegant woman in her thirties, radiating a refined presence.
“Thalia,” Asher introduced, “this is Dr. Sarah Bet, the restoration expert I mentioned.”
Thalia’s eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She’d expected an elderly academic, not this striking
woman.
She rose quickly to shake hands. “Dr. Bet, I’m Thalia Winters. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help with my figurine.”
“Oh dear,” Sarahughed warmly, eyes crinkling. “Dr. Bet sounds terribly formal. Sarah, please.”
Thalia flushed, embarrassed at her over–formality.
14
“I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to be stuffy.”
“Not at all,” Sarah’s smile remained warm as her gaze flickered to Asher. “I must say, you’re quite
surprising. Our Asher here is notoriously particr–I’ve been quite curious what sort of woman could
capture his attention. Now I understandpletely.”
“Please, sit,” Thalia pulled out a chair.
After pouring tea for Sarah, Thalia hovered attentively. “Hope it’s to your taste.”
Sarah’s eyes danced with amusement as she sipped. “Perfect.”
“Thalia, darling, do rx,” Asher interjected. “Dr. Bet is being very wellpensated. You needn’t
fuss so.”
Thalia smiled and returned to her seat beside him.
“Always ruining my fun, Asher,” Sarah mock–pouted.
Turning to Thalia, she asked brightly, “Did you bring the piece with you, dear?”
“Not yet–would you minding back to the house with me after dinner? I can show you then.”
“Of course,” Sarah agreed readily.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
After dinner, Sarah apanied Thalia to the Winters estate.
Thalia carefully unwrapped the broken figurine. “Do you think it can be saved?”
Sarah examined the pieces, brow furrowing. “Quite thoroughly shattered, isn’t it?”
Thalia held her breath.
“But don’t worry, dear. Now it’s in my hands, I promise to restore it properly.”
Thalia exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
Sarah was privately thrilled. Asher’s restoration fee was extraordinarily generous for such a small project.
“Do you have any photos of the original piece?”
“Yes, I’ll send them to you.”
“Perfect. I’ll contact you if I need any other details. Shall we call it a night?”
“Let me have the driver take you home.”
“That would be lovely.”
With the restoration arranged, Thalia turned her thoughts to settling scores with Drake and Sienna.
She called her cousin Alexander.
“Alex? I need a favor.”
That evening, fresh from her shower, Thalia’s phone buzzed with an unknown New York number.
Thinking it might be a client, she answered. “Hello?”
Silence.
She tried again twice.
Still nothing.
“If you won’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
“It’s me.” Drake’s voice. “Thalia, unblock my number and WhatsApp.”
Her brow creased.
“No.”
His tone turned awkward. “Can’t we stop fighting? I’ve missed you these past few days. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over.”
“Over?” His voice went cold. “I never agreed to that.”
“This isn’t a divorce–I don’t need your agreement.” Thalia’s tone was ice. “Don’t contact me again, Drake.”
She hung up and blocked the new number.
Thalia turned her attention to her career ns. While she could open her own practice, shecked the reputation to make it sessful immediately.
She decided to join an established firm first, build her name, then strike out on her ownter.
When she shared this thinking with Asher, he waspletely supportive.
“You’re brilliant–you’ll make quite a name for yourself. Have you considered Sinir & Klein? They’re the top firm in London currently.”
After consideration, Thalia nodded. “I’ll send them my CV.”
Meanwhile, Drake stared at his silent phone, feeling hollow.
How could Thalia be so cold? Ending things without a backward nce?
Hey in her old bed, breathing in the lingering scent from her pillow.
Burying his face in it, he imagined her face. “Thalia, I miss you.”
God, how he missed her.
Sienna entered then. “Drake? Dinner’s ready.”
He pulled her down suddenly, passion igniting.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
At the height of intimacy, Drake called out mindlessly: “Thalia, my Thalía, I miss you so much…”
Beneath him, Sienna froze.
Her face went white.
The next day, Charlotte organized drinks to celebrate Thalia’s return.
At the bar, the three women settled into their booth.
N
“That Grace is going to be trouble,” Charlotte dered, downing her drink. “Her attitude yesterday was
appalling.”
Victoria nodded. “She does seem rather difficult. Your future sister–inw may prove challenging.”
Charlotte scoffed. “Sister–inw? Please. She’s the housekeeper’s daughter. ‘Ward‘ sounds better than ‘orphan living on charity,‘ doesn’t it?”
Thalia’s eyes widened–she hadn’t known Grace was the housekeeper’s child.
“Why did the ckwoods take her in?”
Victoria lowered her voice. “ording to James, Lady ckwo
The neer was an elegant woman in her thirties, radiating a refined presence.
“Thalia,” Asher introduced, “this is Dr. Sarah Bet, the restoration expert I mentioned.”
Thalia’s eyes lit up with surprise and delight. She’d expected an elderly academic, not this striking
woman.
She rose quickly to shake hands. “Dr. Bet, I’m Thalia Winters. I can’t tell you how grateful I am for your help with my figurine.”
“Oh dear,” Sarahughed warmly, eyes crinkling. “Dr. Bet sounds terribly formal. Sarah, please.”
Thalia flushed, embarrassed at her over–formality.
14
“I’m so sorry–I didn’t mean to be stuffy.”
“Not at all,” Sarah’s smile remained warm as her gaze flickered to Asher. “I must say, you’re quite
surprising. Our Asher here is notoriously particr–I’ve been quite curious what sort of woman could
capture his attention. Now I understandpletely.”
“Please, sit,” Thalia pulled out a chair.
After pouring tea for Sarah, Thalia hovered attentively. “Hope it’s to your taste.”
Sarah’s eyes danced with amusement as she sipped. “Perfect.”
“Thalia, darling, do rx,” Asher interjected. “Dr. Bet is being very wellpensated. You needn’t
fuss so.”
Thalia smiled and returned to her seat beside him.
“Always ruining my fun, Asher,” Sarah mock–pouted.
Turning to Thalia, she asked brightly, “Did you bring the piece with you, dear?”
“Not yet–would you minding back to the house with me after dinner? I can show you then.”
“Of course,” Sarah agreed readily.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
After dinner, Sarah apanied Thalia to the Winters estate.
Thalia carefully unwrapped the broken figurine. “Do you think it can be saved?”
Sarah examined the pieces, brow furrowing. “Quite thoroughly shattered, isn’t it?”
Thalia held her breath.
“But don’t worry, dear. Now it’s in my hands, I promise to restore it properly.”
Thalia exhaled in relief. “Thank you so much.”
“My pleasure.”
Sarah was privately thrilled. Asher’s restoration fee was extraordinarily generous for such a small project.
“Do you have any photos of the original piece?”
“Yes, I’ll send them to you.”
“Perfect. I’ll contact you if I need any other details. Shall we call it a night?”
“Let me have the driver take you home.”
“That would be lovely.”
With the restoration arranged, Thalia turned her thoughts to settling scores with Drake and Sienna.
She called her cousin Alexander.
“Alex? I need a favor.”
That evening, fresh from her shower, Thalia’s phone buzzed with an unknown New York number.
Thinking it might be a client, she answered. “Hello?”
Silence.
She tried again twice.
Still nothing.
“If you won’t speak, I’m hanging up.”
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
“It’s me.” Drake’s voice. “Thalia, unblock my number and WhatsApp.”
Her brow creased.
“No.”
His tone turned awkward. “Can’t we stop fighting? I’ve missed you these past few days. I shouldn’t have said those things. I was wrong.”
“It doesn’t matter anymore. We’re over.”
“Over?” His voice went cold. “I never agreed to that.”
“This isn’t a divorce–I don’t need your agreement.” Thalia’s tone was ice. “Don’t contact me again, Drake.”
She hung up and blocked the new number.
Thalia turned her attention to her career ns. While she could open her own practice, shecked the reputation to make it sessful immediately.
She decided to join an established firm first, build her name, then strike out on her ownter.
When she shared this thinking with Asher, he waspletely supportive.
“You’re brilliant–you’ll make quite a name for yourself. Have you considered Sinir & Klein? They’re the top firm in London currently.”
After consideration, Thalia nodded. “I’ll send them my CV.”
Meanwhile, Drake stared at his silent phone, feeling hollow.
How could Thalia be so cold? Ending things without a backward nce?
Hey in her old bed, breathing in the lingering scent from her pillow.
Burying his face in it, he imagined her face. “Thalia, I miss you.”
God, how he missed her.
Sienna entered then. “Drake? Dinner’s ready.”
He pulled her down suddenly, passion igniting.
16:11
Your Gold Digger is Actually A True
At the height of intimacy, Drake called out mindlessly: “Thalia, my Thalía, I miss you so much…”
Beneath him, Sienna froze.
Her face went white.
The next day, Charlotte organized drinks to celebrate Thalia’s return.
At the bar, the three women settled into their booth.
N
“That Grace is going to be trouble,” Charlotte dered, downing her drink. “Her attitude yesterday was
appalling.”
Victoria nodded. “She does seem rather difficult. Your future sister–inw may prove challenging.”
Charlotte scoffed. “Sister–inw? Please. She’s the housekeeper’s daughter. ‘Ward‘ sounds better than ‘orphan living on charity,‘ doesn’t it?”
Thalia’s eyes widened–she hadn’t known Grace was the housekeeper’s child.
“Why did the ckwoods take her in?”
Victoria lowered her voice. “ording to James, Lady ckwood was being robbed. Their housekeeper took the knife meant for her. Before she died, Lady ckwood promised her one thing.”
Victoria paused, watching Thalia carefully.
“Well? What was it?”
“You’ll never guess what the dying housekeeper asked Lady ckwood to promise…”
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od was being robbed. Their housekeeper took the knife meant for her. Before she died, Lady ckwood promised her one thing.”
Victoria paused, watching Thalia carefully.
“Well? What was it?”
“You’ll never guess what the dying housekeeper asked Lady ckwood to promise…”
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being robbed. Their housekeeper took the knife meant for her. Before she died, Lady ckwood promised her one thing.”
Victoria paused, watching Thalia carefully.
“Well? What was it?”
“You’ll never guess what the dying housekeeper asked Lady ckwood to promise…”
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one thing.”
Victoria paused, watching Thalia carefully.
“Well? What was it?”
“You’ll never guess what the dying housekeeper asked Lady ckwood to promise…”
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