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he has refused from every therapist, nanny, teacher, and relative placed in front of him.”
“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”
The scarred man in the passenger seat shifted, but Julian showed no sign of offense. If anything, the faintest trace of interest entered his expression.
“My son needs stability,” he said.
