“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.”

“Who is Mr. Vane?”

Milo’s eyes moved to the door.

That was answer enough.

Silas Vane arrived two days later.

He did not look like the villains in films. He was not large or scarred or obviously menacing. He was slim, silver-haired, and elegantly dressed, with the soft voice of a continue reading …