Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress (Thalia) novel Chapter 68

Chapter 68 

Asher paused, giving Grace a brief glance before shifting his gaze to Drake standing behind her. His voice was deliberately casual. “Drake, where are your gentlemanly manners?” 

Grace froze. 

She stared at Asher in disbelief. 

Drake’s expression darkened slightly as he met Thalia’s calm gaze. 

Perhaps Thalia hadn’t truly forgotten him after all, he thought. Perhaps she was merely putting on a 

brave face. If he were to help another woman cross right in front of her, would she feel jealous? 

With this thought, Drake extended his hand to Grace, his tone deliberately gentle. “Don’t worry, Grace. I’ll help you across.” 

Grace lowered her eyes and spoke through gritted teeth, her voice so quiet only Drake could hear: “What 

are you playing at? I wanted Asher to help me.” 

Drake responded, “If he won’t help you, would you prefer to remain stranded in the middle of the 

-stream?” 

“I don’t need your help either.” 

“Suit yourself,” Drake said, suddenly releasing her hand. 

“Ah!” Grace cried out dramatically, nearly losing her footing in the stream. Instinctively, she grabbed Drake’s hand tightly. “Just help me across first.” 

Drake gave a cold laugh, mentally rolling his eyes. 

Seeing that Grace was no longer in any actual danger, Asher turned away and continued walking. 

The group progressed with frequent stops, and evening soon approached. 

The setting sun cast a golden glow across the horizon, with birds returning to their nests and the sky ablaze with spectacular colors. The scene was breathtakingly beautiful. 

At one particularly scenic viewpoint offering a perfect view of the sunset, Sebastian stopped first to take photographs. 

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Those following behind also paused to capture the stunning vista. 

Victoria, panting and leaning heavily on her hiking pole, finally reached the spot and was immediately captured on camera by Sebastian. 

He grinned mischievously as he reviewed the image on his digital camera. “That’s absolutely brilliant–perfect meme material in ultra–high definition.” 

Victoria glared at him. “Sebastian, delete that this instant!” 

“Not a chance. This gem deserves to be savoured properly.” 

Victoria found a large rock to sit on and tilted her head to admire the sunset. 

“I’m far too knackered to argue with you now. I’ll sort you out properly when we get back.” 

When Thalia and Asher reached the viewpoint, the sunset’s golden rays bathed their faces and bodies in a warm orange glow, softening even Asher’s typically sharp features. 

“You two are absolutely perfect together,” Sebastian remarked, aiming his camera at the photogenic couple and pressing the shutter. 

In the photograph, Thalia was squinting slightly as she gazed at the sunset, while Asher stood beside her, his eyes fixed on her with absolute devotion and adoration. 

Sebastian showed the image to Asher. “Just look at that expression–I’m half in love myself. What’s that poem again? ‘You stand on the bridge watching the scenery, while the one watching the scenery is watching you from the tower.“” 

James laughed. “Well, well, quoting poetry now, are we?” 

Sebastian gave him a sidelong glance. “It’s a famous verse–even I know it. I may have been more interested in sports than books at school, but you can’t honestly believe I’m completely uncultured.” 

Victoria scoffed. “Those with the least learning are always the most eager to show it off.” 

“Really now,” Sebastian protested, “must you undermine me at every turn? Can’t you at least pretend to 

respect your brother in public?” 

Asher examined the photograph on Sebastian’s camera with clear appreciation. “Your photography lessons weren’t wasted. This is excellent. Send it to me later.” 

Sebastian held up two fingers. “For this price.” 

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Victoria looked disgusted. “You’re charging for a photograph? Look at you, acting like some shameless merchant. How embarrassing–please don’t tell people you’re my brother.” 

“Hush,” Sebastian retorted. “What would you know about this, you child?” 

Asher didn’t seem offended, his eyes dancing with amusement. “Twenty thousand pounds?” 

Sebastian shook his head. “This is the photo of the century between you and Thalía. For something this perfect, you’re offering just twenty thousand? Firm price: two hundred thousand! You can display it on the big screen at your wedding. Look how perfect it is–the atmosphere, the lighting–absolutely magnificent!” 

Thalia couldn’t remain silent any longer and laughed. “Sebastian, you truly are a shameless merchant. Two hundred thousand for one photograph? Are you really trying to extort us like this?” 

“Deal,” Asher agreed without hesitation. “Email it to me. WhatsApp will compress the quality.” 

Sebastian’s face lit up with delight as he gave Asher a thumbs–up. “Brilliant! I do appreciate a decisive 

man!” 

Thalia watched in astonishment, her lips twitching slightly, though she ultimately said nothing. 

Well, it wasn’t her money being spent. Let him do as he pleased. 

As Thalia gazed at the spectacular sunset before her, she felt a profound sense of peace. It was as though her very spirit had expanded with the vast horizon. She narrowed her eyes, spread her arms wide to embrace the wind, and let out a joyful shout. 

The accumulated fatigue of many days seemed to vanish in that moment, leaving Thalia feeling lighter 

than she had in ages. 

Victoria joined in with her own exuberant cry, their delighted voices echoing through the valley, startling 

birds into flight. 

Grace, utterly exhausted, finally reached the viewpoint, panting heavily. Hearing Thalia and Victoria’s enthusiastic shouting, she frowned in displeasure, her expression clearly disapproving. 

Beside her, Eliza rolled her eyes and muttered, “Victoria had the nerve to say I lack class, but look at her screaming like that. How is that behaviour befitting a proper lady? All that racket–hardly the conduct of someone from good society.” 

Vanessa added, “Eliza, don’t lower yourself to her level. What sort of people would associate with Thalia anyway?”