Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 167 Grace fumbled her way over, and by the moonlight streaming through the ventilation port, she could see it was a blanket.

It was covered with a thick layer of grime, so blackened that its original color was indistinguishable, and it emitted a nauseating stench-clearly unwashed for ages.

"Urgh-" Grace retched involuntarily.

She had already vomited several times during the day from seasickness.

Having had nothing to eat, her stomach contained only acid, and her dry heaving produced nothing. Feeling intensely nauseated, she kicked the blanket away in disgust.

She had previously lived a life of luxury in the Blackwood household. When had she ever endured such hardship? Even when her mother was still alive and she was just a housekeeper's daughter, she had never suffered like this.

Grace hugged her knees and began to sob quietly.

Her soft cries were drowned out by the sound of the waves.

The winter temperature was already low, and being at sea made the nights even colder.

She shivered violently, her lips turning purplish-blue, as if all the blood in her body was about to freeze.

Finally, she picked up that filthy, stinking blanket.

To survive, Grace had no choice but to wrap herself in the foul-smelling covering.

After a bumpy journey, Grace finally arrived in Britain.

Having been adrift for several days, unable to eat or sleep properly, she had lost considerable weight. She hadn't bathed for days and emitted a foul odor.

Even the men who cto drag her off the ship couldn't help but feel disgusted.

"Bloody hell! She absolutely reeks!" "Urgh-" 16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 97.6% Chapter 167 The man grabbed Grace, ripped the tape from her mouth with obvious revulsion, untied the ropes binding her, and threw her into the sea.

"Wash yourself, you filthy slag. You stink to high heaven." The ship was docked at Port of Southampton. Although there were no sharks in these waters, Grace couldn't swim, so being thrown overboard still put her life at risk! Obviously, the man who tossed her in was unaware of this.

Grace flailed in the water, screaming for help.

At first, the man thought she was faking it and stood on the shore laughing. “That's it, splash around a bit more. Get properly clean. Don't cback stinking near our boss." The "boss" he referred to was Lucas, Asher's subordinate.

The port where the ship was docked was in Southampton, with early spring temperatures hovering around freezing.

The seawater was bitingly cold. Grace trembled in the water, her lips blue, her limbs starting to spasm uncontrollably.

Her lungs had taken in a significant amount of seawater, making breathing increasingly difficult. After struggling for a while, Grace gradually becexhausted.

Seeing Grace's cries grow feeble and her body beginning to sink, the spectator started to panic.

The man cursed, "Bloody hell! You actually can't swim? For fuck's sake, now I've got to go in after you?" In such cold weather, the man naturally didn't want to jump into the sea to rescue anyone.

He scanned his surroundings and spotted an orange life ring hanging nearby.

The man grabbed the life ring and threw it into the sea. "Grab this and pull yourself out, you dirty cow! It's too sodding cold forto jump in after you!" The life ring splashed down, but Grace stretched her hand out and lacked the strength to paddle toward it.

Seeing she couldn't reach the life ring and was about to sink, the man cursed under his breath and reluctantly jumped into the sea.

He managed to pull her out, but Grace had swallowed a lot of seawater and was suffering from hypothermia. She had lost consciousness.

"Christ, she's not dead, is she?" the man swore.

A colleague nearby frowned. "Mate, when you were told to get her cleaned up, is this really what you took that to 16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 97.8% Chapter 167 mean?" The man shivered violently. "You've no idea how bad she stank. I couldn't take it anymore, so I chucked her in the sea. How was I to know she couldn't swim? Just my bloody luck. I had to go in after her. I'm freezing my bollocks off Take her away and find a doctor to look at her. Don't let her die. I need to change my clothes," "Alright, but hurry up. If the boss arrives and you're not here, he'll have your guts for garters.” "Yeah, yeah, I know." When Grace Bennett next opened her eyes, three hours had passed.

As consciousness gradually returned, she swiveled her eyes to survey her surroundings.

A dark, cramped space, very similar to the room on the ship.

Sensing movement, Grace guessed she was now in a vehicle.

This dark place was likely the trailer of a large goods vehicle.

Her clothes were still soaking wet, but she now had a thick blanket covering her-apparently they were worried about her freezing to death.

Grace wrapped the blanket tightly around herself, hugging her body, her shoulders trembling as she cried. This journey had been utterly miserable.

She no longer resembled a wealthy young lady. Even without looking in a mirror, she could guess that her current appearance was probably similar to that of a homeless beggar.

She sobbed quietly. When she tired of crying, she leaned against the metal wall of the trailer to rest.

Despite the blanket covering her, her wet clothes were still bone-chillingly cold, making her shiver as if she were in an ice cave.

Grace guessed the lorry was probably heading toward London.

In a few more hours, she would likely see Asher.

The lorry finally stopped.

Grace was roughly dragged out.

She glanced up and recognized the place-it was Asher's compound.

16:49 97.9% Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress Chapter 167 She had been here before but had never entered.

This was a place that no one could enter without Asher's approval, not even the Blackwood family patriarch.

Now that she was at Asher's compound, did that mean she would soon see Asher? This day had finally come.

Grace was thrown into the basement.

There was no heating here, no sunlight, just a pervasive chill.

Shortly after, Lucas walked in.

"Well, well, Miss Bennett," Lucas narrowed his eyes, his tone cutting like ice. "Led us on quite the merry chase, didn't you? Made us work for it, I'll give you that." Grace's body trembled, her teeth chattering. "W-what are you going to do to me?"

Lucas curled his lips into a dangerous smile. “Me? Nothing at all.

My job was bringing youbackt mission accomplished. What happens next is entirely up to the young master. I wouldn't get your hopes up, though." "Is... is he here?" Grace bit her lip, a glimmer of hope appearing on her pale face.

Seeing her expression, Lucas let out a cold laugh. "Oh, this is rich. Don't tellyou did all this for the young master? Harbouring ssick little fantasy about him, are we?" Even at death's door, Grace remained defiant. “That's none of your bloody business."

"Fair enough, it's not my concern," Lucas's voice hardened. "But you should be thinking about еч what'sm waiting for you now. The young master isn't known for his forgiveness when it comes to traitors." "That's not true. Asher wouldn't be so cruel to me! He used to dote on me. Don't try to frighten me. Asher was always so good to me-he wouldn't hurt me!"

Lucas's smile turned predatory. "Should I call you delusional or just plain thick? The young master was kind to you before because you were the Blackwood family's adopted m daughter his sister in name. But now?" He stepped closer, his voice dropping to a menacing whisper. "You've been in bed with Tom Malfoy, with blood on your hands. You've made yourself an enemy of the Blackwood family. Do you honestly think the young master will show you an ounce of mercy? I've seen what he does to people who cross him. Trust me, you don't want to know." (13) (0) 16:49 C mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1