His First Words Saved The Dynasty

I am the youngest son of the multi-billion-dollar Fairchild dynasty—and the most famous idiot in high society.

Vacant, unresponsive, incapable of uttering two coherent syllables to save my life.

Yet every other Fairchild was born a thoroughbred. My older sister conquered Wall Street at eighteen. My older brother earned dual doctorates at twenty. My parents couldn't fathom how their pedigree had produced a broken heir; they ran eighteen DNA tests and flew in every world-renowned neurologist money could buy.