“Here’s $100—Can you be my mom today?” a billionaire boss’s son asked—until a shy woman replied, “Keep it. Billionaires pay in secrets.”

Julian looked at me for one long second. “My son was taken from his security detail.”

“Your son ran from his security detail,” I said. “There’s a difference.”

The scarred man’s jaw tightened. Caroline Whitmore made a small horrified sound somewhere behind me.

Julian took a step closer. “You thought continue reading …