“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.”

For the first time, Julian’s polished expression cracked. Not a smile, not exactly — more like the memory of one passing through a locked room.

The scarred man leaned toward him. “Sir, we should move.”

Julian nodded once. “Milo, get in the car.”

“No.” Milo grabbed my coat with both hands. “Naomi comes.”

My stomach dropped.

Julian’s eyes lifted to continue reading …