Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 120

Chapter 120 

Chapter 120 

Sebastian’s expression wasn’t much better than Asher’s. He was practically grinding his back teeth to dust. “I’m bloody furious. Victoria actually hired The Dreamboys!” 

Asher watched as Thalia held her drink in one hand while running her other hand over a male performer’s chest. 

The sourness of the tequila and lemon cocktail he’d just drunk lingered in his mouth, making even the air seem acidic. 

Asher couldn’t stand it anymore. He stood up abruptly, startling Sebastian. “What are you doing?” 

“Taking her home.” 

Sebastian grabbed him. “Don’t be daft! You can’t show yourself now. What if Malfoy has eyes in the bar? All that effort of nearly getting yourself killed to break up with her would be for nothing.” 

Asher knew this was true, of course. 

Not far away, Thalia was all smiles, surrounded by several men vying for her attention, with Victoria egging them 

1. on. 

Asher watched with a dark expression. Before he could say anything, Sebastian suddenly bolted away, leaving a rush of cool air in his wake. 

Asher looked up and saw that Victoria, clearly intoxicated, was resting her head against one of the performers‘ chests with a look of absolute bliss. 

Seeing Sebastian rush over, Asher, concerned about being spotted, moved to a position where Thalia couldn’t see 

him. 

Meanwhile, Victoria was happily leaning against the handsome performer’s muscular chest when she suddenly felt herself pulled into a different, warm embrace. 

Before Victoria could react, Sebastian landed a punch on the performer. “Sod off!” 

The performer, having taken the blow, was about to retaliate when his colleagues held him back. “Don’t!” 

The punch sobered Victoria up considerably. She cried out in surprise and instinctively went to check on the performer who’d been hit. “Are you alright, darling?” 

The performer looked thoroughly displeased, his face flushed as he glared at Sebastian. 

“I’m terribly sorry. Let me sort you out,” Victoria said, reaching into her handbag and taking out several notes to stuff into the performer’s hands. “Sorry, this is all the cash I have. I’ll add a £5,000 tip on my card for you later.” 

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“Get over here!” Sebastian grabbed Victoria with a dark expression, pulling her toward him. “Haven’t you made enough of a spectacle of yourself?” 

Thalia, who had been rather disoriented, was now somewhat sobered by Sebastian’s disruption. She stared at him. “Sebastian, what are you doing here?” 

“I came to take Victoria home,” Sebastian replied to Thalia before turning back to Victoria. “You’re coming home with me!” 

Thalia asked, “Is he here too?” 

“No, I came alone.” 

Disappointment flashed in Thalia’s eyes. 

Of course. He was probably wrapped up in his actress’s arms right now, lost in pleasure. Why would he spare a thought for her? 

Thalia hugged the bottle and took another couple of swigs. 

“Sebastian, what’s wrong with you? Couldn’t you just talk to me like a normal person instead of punching someone?” Victoria was furious, her tone sharp. 

Sebastian laughed bitterly. “How exactly was I supposed to talk to you? You were practically in his arms! Victoria, is this how your mother raised you?” 

“Mind your own business! You’re not actually my brother, you know!” Victoria struggled, trying to break free from Sebastian’s grip. 

Sebastian held on tight, refusing to let go. “You’re coming home with me!” 

Shortly after, the bar manager hurried over. 

Initially, when the manager heard someone was causing trouble and hitting people, he had brought several bouncers with him, intending to throw out the troublemakers. However, when he saw it was the young heir to the Quinn family, he immediately became obsequious. “Mr. Quinn, what seems to be the problem?” 

Sebastian’s face was dark, his eyes fierce as he curled his lips. “Are you running some sort of host club here?” 

The manager turned pale with fright. “Absolutely not, sir! You’ve got it all wrong. We’re a legitimate establishment.” 

“Then how do you explain these men?” Sebastian pointed at the performers. 

Cold sweat beaded on the manager’s forehead as he carefully replied, “They’re professional hosts, sir. Completely legitimate. They only provide companionship–nothing more.” 

Sebastian pressed aggressively: “Oh? Is that so? Then why didn’t this one move away when my sister, clearly drunk, 

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fell against him? He looked like he was rather enjoying it.” 

“No, no, our host was simply trying to help the young lady because she was intoxicated. It was a kind gesture, Mr. Quinn. This is all a misunderstanding.” 

Victoria, not wanting to escalate the situation, backed up the manager: “I simply had too much to drink and nearly fell. This gentleman was helping me stay upright. Sebastian, stop making a scene!” 

Sebastian was furious, his expression incredulous. “I’m making a scene?” 

Victoria rubbed her temples. “Enough. I’ll go home with you. Just stop acting like some spoiled rich boy causing trouble everywhere.” 

Sebastian was about to explode with anger, his face turning red. “Fine, fine, fine! I’m making a scene, I’m a spoiled rich boy, I cause trouble everywhere. Well done, Victoria, well bloody done!” 

With that, Sebastian released Victoria’s hand and stormed off in anger. 

Victoria smiled apologetically at the manager. “I’m sorry about that. My brother can be quite unreasonable sometimes. Let me settle the bill.” 

A staff member in a waistcoat and shirt approached with a card machine. “Your total for the evening comes to £65,000.” 

Victoria inserted her card and paid £70,000. “The extra £5,000 is compensation for the gentleman who was hit.” 

The manager smiled obsequiously. “You’re too kind.” 

Victoria actually had quite a high alcohol tolerance. She hadn’t been drunk at all–she was only pretending in order to flirt with the host. 

Who would have thought Sebastian would appear out of nowhere, not only ruining her fun but also embarrassing her in public? She was now so mortified she wished the ground would open up and swallow her. 

Looking back at Thalia, she saw her friend’s flushed face and unfocused eyes as she continued to drink directly from the bottle. 

Victoria snatched the bottle away. “Darling, stop drinking. You’re completely plastered. I’ll call someone to take you home.” 

Thalia was genuinely intoxicated, with wet tear tracks on her alcohol–flushed cheeks. 

“Wahhh… Asher is such a bastard…” she sobbed. 

Thalia’s crying was unreserved. Asher, not far away, could hear her sobs even through the loud music. His heart trembled, and his body reacted before his brain could. He stood up and took two steps forward before suddenly stopping. 

Don’t be impulsive.