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They did not have the pictures that people usually see on digital books. The Nora Vale Imprint series was a deal for Elena. It was something she had worked on for a time. Julian came out of the kitchen with two cups of coffee. He walked over to Elena. Put the cups down. Then he put his hand on her back. Julian used to be a stressed-out guy.. Now he was calm and relaxed. He had changed his family's business. Made it better.

Liam and Nathan were gone, and I was still sitting in Julian Hart’s office, trying to pretend my pulse wasn’t tap-dancing in my throat, while the man himself leaned back in his chair like he had all the time in the world. “So,” Julian said, his voice low, lazy, and dangerous. “How well do you know him?” I blinked, my mouth doing that thing where it wanted to answer before my brain had finished panicking. How well do I know him? Oh, just biblically. And unfortunately. Julian’s gaze didn’t move off me. In the few encounters I've had with him,I've come to learn that he was a patient man. He stared at me with an amused glint in his eyes like a cat waiting for a mouse to make a stupid move.

That seemed to be the only way to show that he wasn’t wrong for raising his voice at Sean and disciplining the boy. Layla carried the books in her arms, feeling slightly confused. “Sir, aren’t these books meant for Mr. Sean?” Julian had specifically sent someone to buy them. Sean enjoyed reading books about science, so Julian got someone to buy many of them. When Layla first saw the books, she was sure Sean wouldn’t understand a single one. Yet, Julian said proudly that it was impossible, since it was his son they were talking about. Even as a child, he had been very well-read.

"Okay. I was out two years ago, LoLo. I have been searching for two years to meet you. Of course, it won't be easy in the slightest to be able to approach you with all the authority you currently have with Tomkins House. And also remember that I just got out of prison after five years in it. I needed a new identity, a new house, a new job, and new things. Luckily, an old friend helped me out of prison on bail, and also provided a lot of other help.” Julian stopped his speech, looked at Louisa to see the reaction that Louisa might have. But nothing. Louisa didn't react at all to what he just said there. “Thus, after two years of struggling to find my identity and all the new things in my life