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.

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