The Billionaire's True Heiress From Fake Jewel to Real Crown novel Chapter 1228

"Julian definitely has a background in dance."

It explained his fluid posture and that effortless grace he carried himself with.

Cami completely agreed.

But wasn't it a massive waste of talent for someone like that to just be a massage therapist?

Cami couldn't wrap her head around it.

Claire, however, knew it wasn't that simple.

"I bet that three hundred and eighty-eight dollars was just an introductory rate. There's no way the premier therapist usually charges that little."

"Or maybe this place runs on a heavy tipping culture."

"The women who regularly book him are probably dropping thousands in tips alone."

"He isn't relying on an hourly wage, that's for sure."

Otherwise, with a face and presence like that, he could be doing literally anything else. Why settle for kneading backs?

It just didn't add up.

"You're so right. Let me ask around!" Cami immediately started firing off more texts.

Luckily, a few of her night-owl friends were still awake.

It didn't take long for the gossip to roll in.

Just as Claire suspected, these therapists didn't survive on basic salaries. The wealthy heiresses who frequented the spa routinely dropped tips in the thousands, sometimes tens of thousands.

"Rumor has it someone once offered Julian a hundred grand just to carry her shopping bags for an afternoon."

"But he turned it down."

Julian had a strict rule: he never left the premises with a client.

Cami eagerly relayed all this to Claire.

Claire felt a quiet satisfaction at being right.

A man like Julian relied on his exceptional skills, sure, but his face was his true moneymaker.

If he booked solid for a month, he'd probably out-earn most B-list celebrities.

But he didn't exactly look like a guy desperate for cash.

Especially considering the watch he had been wearing.

Ever since his accident, Harlan's grandson had moved out on his own.

He claimed he didn't want his family stressing over his half-dead state.

Given his intense pride, he couldn't stomach the pity and heartbreak in their eyes.

The area Ewan had chosen was incredibly peaceful, situated deep in the suburbs.

He lived alone in a sprawling villa, relying on a private chef who visited regularly and a housekeeper who came by once a week.

His daily routine was heavily dependent on smart home technology.

If it could be controlled by a remote, he had it automated.

"Hello? Is Ewan Harding home?"

Claire had followed the GPS straight to the front gates and pressed the intercom.

The intercom featured a two-way camera, meaning Ewan would immediately see exactly who was waiting outside.

Inside, Ewan heard the chime. When he checked the monitor and saw a woman standing there, he immediately scowled.

*Not this again!*