Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 166 Amanda also noticed Thalia, surprise flashing in her eyes. "Well, if it isn't Ms. Winters! What a coincidence." Thalia smiled and said, "I was just taking a stroll through the park when I heard a child crying, so I went to check. What a lovely surprise-I had no idea you were Lena's mother." "Was it you who brought my Lena here?" Amanda's eyes were grateful. "Thank you ever so much." Thalia smiled. "Not at all. It was nothing, really." "Lena, darling, say thank you to Ms. Winters," Amanda smiled, instructing her daughter.

Lena, with her bright, clear eyes, looked at Thalia and said in a sweet, crisp voice, "Thank you, Ms. Winters." "What a good girl," Thalia bent down and patted Lena's head, her eyes crinkling with her smile. Amanda took Lena's hand. "Ms. Winters, I'm truly grateful. Lettreat you to dinner this evening." "That's really not necessary," Thalia said with a gentle smile.

"Oh cnow, Ms. Winters? Are you busy tonight?" Amanda was extremely persistent. "Tomorrow would work just as well. When might you be free?" Thalia waved her hand. "It's honestly not necessary." Amanda was so insistent that Thalia, after refusing several times, felt she couldn't decline any further. "Well... alright then. I've got something on this evening, but how about next Saturday night?" "Brilliant," Amanda said with a beaming smile. “It's settled then.” In Russia.

Grace walked down the street, feeling as though someone was following her.

She turned around several times, but everyone looked suspicious yet unremarkable.

Grace felt her skin crawl, her palms cold with sweat.

Three nights ago.

After her meeting with Drake at the secluded villa, shortly after Drake left, her bodyguards found a listening device hidden under the leaves of a potted plant in the living room.

16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 97.1% Chapter 166 Upon discovering her cover was blown, Grace immediately contacted Tom Malfoy and fled to Russia overnight. Having escaped the country, she had naturally severed ties with the Blackwood family. Now that she was their enemy, she could no longer seek their protection, and of course, she couldn't keep the bodyguards they had assigned to her.

Fortunately, one of her former bodyguards, a rather simple fellow, had harboured feelings for her. She had recognised his infatuation long ago and had taken him with her when she fled.

"Peter, I swear someone's tailing us," Grace whispered to the bodyguard beside her.

"Don't stress, miss. Whatever happens, I've got your back. No one's getting to you while I'm around." Peter was a tall, robust man, standing at 6'1" with an impressively muscular build.

Before leaving the country, Grace had felt very secure with him by her side. But now, things were different. She had fled to Russia, Asher was sending people to find her, and Tom Malfoy was too preoccupied with his own affairs to look after her.

"Peter, if Asher's guys cfor me, I don't think even you can keepsafe." Grace got into the car, her heart filled with unease.

She urged the bodyguard driving in the front seat, "Step on it, back to the villa. We need to lay low. Asher's people might have already trackeddown." The white sedan had barely driven a short distance when it was rammed to a halt by a black pickup truck.

Peter pulled out his gun. "Get down! Now!" No sooner had he spoken than gunfire erupted.

Grace was so frightened her legs went weak. She lay flat in the car, her entire body trembling.

Was she going to die here today? The sound of gunfire cin waves.

Several holes appeared in the car windows, and the smell of blood permeated the air.

Grace called out in terror, "Peter, are you hit?" "Too many of them, miss. We're screwed," Peter said with difficulty, clutching his wounded arm.

Grace's face turned ashen. "Is it Asher's men? Are they going to kill me?" As they spoke, someone violently broke through the front windshield.

16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 97.2% Chapter 166 "I'll hold them off. Run for it!" Peter shouted, rushing out to engage the group in combat.

Another round of gunfire erupted.

Grace opened the car door, kicked off her high heels, and began to sprint wildly.

The men Asher had sent were mercenaries kept abroad for years, each highly skilled.

Although Peter was a well-trained bodyguard with excellent skills, he stood no chance against this group.

Peter was quickly subdued.

He had been shot twice, once in the thigh and once in the left arm, blood pooling on the ground.

The leader ordered, "Get him treated. Don't let him die." Soon, a blonde Russian mercenary dragged Grace back, gripping her roughly. "Got the bitch." Grace kicked frantically, struggling in his grip, cursing, "Letgo! You bloody bastards, letgo!" "SLAP!" The leader viciously struck her across the face. Grace's lip instantly split open, blood trickling down as her cheek flamed bright red.

"Shut your fucking mouth! One more sound and I'll rip your tongue out!” The leader's voice wasn't loud, but it carried a terrifying intensity and savage cruelty.

Grace was stunned by the slap and terrified by his words. She fell silent, no longer daring to struggle.

These men hadn't killed her, which meant Asher didn't want her dead yet. Their mission was probably just to capture her.

They bound Grace tightly, slapped duct tape roughly across her mouth, yanked a black canvas bag over her head, and brutally threw her into the pickup truck. The vehicle jolted along the road for what seemed like ages before finally stopping.

She felt herself being lifted again, carried for sdistance, then violently hurled down.

The floor was metal. Upon landing, Grace felt like every bone in her body was about to shatter.

With a loud "thud," she crashed onto her bottom, the pain making her break out in a cold sweat.

With her mouth taped, she couldn't speak. The terror inside her made her whole body tremble uncontrollably. Footsteps approached.

16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 97.4% Chapter 166 The sound of a zipper being undone cfrom above.

The bag was yanked open, revealing Grace with disheveled hair, terrified eyes, making muffled "mmm" sounds.

She looked utterly frightened.

"Boss toldto let you out. He was worried you'd suffocate and we'd have to explain it to the big boss The man's smile was predatory, his eyes sweeping over Grace with undisguised lust. "You're quite fit, aren't you? ShI can't touch you right now, or I'd really teach you what a real man feels like!" Grace turned deathly pale, trembling with fear.

After the man left, Grace heard the sound of waves and saw the sea through a small ventilation window, realizing she was on a ship.

The vessel rocked and swayed, making her dizzy and nauseous. She had never been on a boat-like this before and suffered severe seasickness, vomiting all over the floor. No one cto clean it up. The stench of vomit lingered in the confined space, making her reek.

Asher, do you truly hateso much? To havecaptured and thrown onto such a ship? Do you really have no feelings left forat all? Grace huddled in a corner, hugging her knees. The more she thought about it, the more miserable she felt, tears unconsciously streaming down her face.

In the evening, the door opened, and someone threw something in.

"Cover yourself up. Don't bloody freeze to death!" After throwing in the object, the man slammed the door shut again.

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