Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress by Vera Fiore

Chapter 168 After handling Blackwood Group affairs, Asher went straight to the compound, In the basement.

Asher stood about three or four meters away from Grace Bennett.

"Asher! Asher, you've finally cto see me!" At the sight of Asher, Grace seemed to lose all control, shrieking loudly and desperately trying to lunge toward him.

Her voice was severely hoarse, making her cries sound unnervingly disturbing.

But her hands and feet were bound, with the ropes fixed to the iron door beside her. Grace was tethered like a dog, utterly stripped of dignity.

Asher frowned, the atmosphere around him dropping to arctic levels.

"Who gave you permission to addresslike that?" When Grace heard Asher speak this way, she froze momentarily, then suddenly smiled bitterly.

"Why can't I call you that? Would you prefer I call you brother?" Grace's expression twisted into something unhinged. She smiled. “I can call you brother if you'd like. I've always adored my brother more than anyone." Asher's brow furrowed deeply. "Do you even realize what you're saying?" "Of course I bloody do!" Grace shrieked hoarsely. “I'm in love with you! I LOVE YOU, Asher Blackwood! Can't you see how desperately I love you?!" "You're probably wondering why I did those things?" Grace's emotions swung wildly between sobbing and maniacal laughter. "Hahahahaha, it was all for you, don't you see?! Asher, after all these years, how could you not have noticed my feelings?!" In the sealed basement, under the dim yellow light, the madness and obsession in Grace's eyes were clearly visible. In this moment, the sordid thoughts she had hidden for over a decade were fully exposed.

After she finished speaking, the basement fell into a deathly silence.

Asher stood tall and straight before Grace, looking down at her with glacial contempt, an icy chill emanating from him.

The air was permeated with a subtle scent of blood.

After a moment of silence.

16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 98.2% Chapter 168 Asher suddenly let out a short, cold laugh.

"Love me?" The man's deep eyes were dark and unfathomable, like a bottomless pool.

Grace stared at Asher. She saw him curl his lips in utter disdain, his expression devoid of anything but cold revulsion.

"Are you even qualified?" Each word was delivered with such crushing contempt it was as if he were addressing something he'd found on the sole of his shoe.

In an instant, all color drained from Grace's face.

She bit her lower lip hard, tears sliding down her face.

"Brother, Asher... how can you be so cruel..." Grace sobbed accusingly.

Asher stood motionless, looking at Grace as one might regard an insect, his eyes revealing nothing but impatience.

"Grace Bennett, from this moment on, you have no connection whatsoever to the Blackwood family." Grace's gaze turned vacant, her eyes lifeless as she murmured, "I've long stopped wanting to be your sister." Asher nodded slightly. "Then now, it's tfor you to answer for what you've done." "Lucas." Asher's tone was emotionless. "Take her outside." "Right away, sir." Grace asked, "Where are you taking me?" Asher did not deign to respond.

He turned away with cold indifference and walked out unhurriedly.

Outside was a large open space.

A helicopter was parked on the grounds.

Lucas ordered his men to carry Grace out and throw her onto the ground.

Then, a man used a thick rope to bind Grace's hands together, with the other end tied to a bracket under the helicopter.

Several minutes later, the helicopter started up and took off.

16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 98.4% Chapter 168 Grace was suspended from the helicopter, dangling in the air.

The early spring wind still carried a chill, and the higher the helicopter flew, the stronger and colder the wind became.

The howling wind was bone-chillingly cold. Grace's clothing was thin, and she had never been resistant to cold. Hanging in mid-air, ravaged by the freezing wind, she would likely die of hypothermia before long.

Half an hour later.

Lucas wanted to tell Asher that twas almost up, that Grace was barely holding on..

Was the young master planning to let Grace die here today? Lucas looked at Asher, appearing hesitant to speak.

It wasn't that he felt sorry for Grace. She was cold-blooded, responsible for several deaths. Compared to what she had done to those innocent people, today's punishment was nothing.

But if Grace died at Asher's hands today, it would be difficult to explain to his grandfather and grandmother.

Asher's face remained expressionless.

He showed no sign of wanting to stop.

Lucas couldn't be sure what Asher was thinking.

He knew how important Thalia Winters was to Asher.

He had no doubt that Would torture and kill Grace to avenge Thalia.

But if that happened, what about his grandfather and grandmother? After all, Grace was the Blackwood family's adopted daughter, and the grandmother doted on her. It didn't take much imagination to know that according to the wishes of his grandfather and grandmother, even if Grace had committed crimes, she should be handed over to the judicial authorities.

Lucas thought Asher was going to let Grace die in this cold, snowy night.

However, the next moment, Asher gestured to him.

Lucas instantly understood and immediately said into his walkie-talkie, "Enough. Stop." The helicopter slowly descended.

Grace had been frozen to the point that her face was purple, her lips black, with a layer of ice and snow covering her eyelashes and hair.

Your Cold Diggor is Actually A True Heiress 98.5% Chapter 168 She lay on the ground motionless, appearing lifeless.

Asher coldly instructed Lucas, "Tind medical staff to check on her. Don't let her die so easily." "Yes, sir." Grace was resuscitated and now lay in the compound's infirmary. Though she had survived, she was barely clinging to life.

The following day, Asher returned to the Blackwood family home.

Catherine Blackwood was drinking tea in the living room. Seeing Asher, she asked with curiosity, "Asher, what brings you home?" Asher sat down on the sofa, casually crossing his long legs, and asked Catherine, “Father hasn't arrived yet?" Catherine looked at Asher. “Is there something you need to discuss with your father?" "Yes," Asher said calmly. “I just rang him. He should be here any minute." Catherine asked, "What's it regarding?" Asher's expression remained neutral, his tone even and unruffled. "About removing Grace Bennett from the Blackwood family. Permanently." "Grace has been caught?" Catherine's eyes suddenly widened. "When did this happen?" A few days earlier, Catherine had nearly had a fit when she learned that Grace had been working for Tom Malfoy.

She had planned to give Grace a proper disciplining before handing her over to the patriarch, but the people sent to capture Grace had reported that she had fled.

Lady Blackwood had refused to believe that her dear granddaughter would help Tom Malfoy against the ve Blackwood family. In her anger, her old condition had flared up, landing her in hospital for several days. She had only been discharged yesterday. "She was brought back from Russia yesterday." Catherine was startled. "Have you told your grandparents about this?" "Yes, Grandfather can't return and said I have full authority to handle the matter. Grandmother has also been notified." Catherine sighed. "Your grandmother has only just left the hospital. I'm concerned that informing her might..."

After a pause, Catherine continued with a furrowed brow, "Your grandmother has always doted on Grace. She'll likely try her utmost to protect her this time." 16:49 Your Gold Digger is Actually A True Heiress 98.6% Chapter 168 Asher's lips curled slightly, his voice cold. "Doting or not, what I've decided, even Grandmother cannot change." 0 (0) mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1 mmMwWLliIofifl0&1 mmMwWLlilofiflo&1