Bad Nanny
"Look at you. The best you could manage is selling yourself to some decrepit old man. Though I doubt anyone would even want you."
Austin thought I was lying. He said flatly, "Amy is my daughter. With me, at least she won't starve. With you, who knows? You might sell her off to some backwater village."
He paused deliberately, letting his words draw out. "Unless—"
"—you give me child support for keeping her."
I arched a brow. "How much?"
He raised a single finger. "One million."
Isla let out a shrill laugh, covering her mouth in mock astonishment. "Mr. Grant, aren't you being unfair? Look at her, she's dressed like a beggar. Even if she sold herself, she couldn't scrape together one million."
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