Semua Bab Accidental Night with the Boss: Bab 41 - Bab 50

Isabella could not believe it.She never thought the day would come where she pitied another woman for dating Vincent Sinclair. But here she was—tailing after him, Anna de Vries, and Julian through the gleaming glass halls of one of Paris’s most expensive malls. Hoodie, sneakers, messy ponytail. She looked like a misplaced intern trailing magazine models for the latest issue of Money Marries Money.And her chest felt tight in the worst way.Out of all the scenarios she’d imagined when she woke up this morning, this was not on the list.Vincent had been discharged that afternoon. No drama, no fuss — just him climbing out of a hospital bed like he hadn’t been sweating bullets a few hours ago. The only evidence was the pale cast to his skin and the IV mark on his arm. But instead of going back to the hotel to rest like any normal human being, here he was. On a strolling date. With Miss Anna.And with them.Anna’s arm was tucked neatly into Vincent’s, her heels clicking on the marble

The Dubois and Grant families sitting together looked nothing like a happy union. It looked like a deal being negotiated.Clarisse Dubois sat upright on the edge of the sofa, pearls gleaming, her sharp nose tilted just enough to make it clear she didn’t approve of anything in this room — least of all the Grants’ gaudy chandelier and fake laughter.Zachary’s mother, Helena Grant, could not stop smiling. “Mrs. Dubois, it’s such an honor to have you in our home! Chloe’s been such a blessing to Zachary, we can’t thank you enough—”Clarisse only hummed, lifting her teacup without drinking from it. “Yes, I’m sure.” Her eyes flicked to Zachary. “Your son is in the entertainment business, yes?”Helena nodded eagerly. “Yes, yes, he’s helping his father with the company! Our Grant Studios manages several successful talents. Chloe has even dhown interest in the business too.”Clarisse’s lips curved. “How interesting. My daughter already has a business waiting for her. I suppose one needs somethi

Silence between them stretched thin, trembling like glass.Neither spoke. The echo of his last words — “you make it impossible to be fair” — still hung in the air.Isabella was choked by the look in his eyes. She wanted to lay everything bare then. The drunken mistake, her spike of jealousy, her conflicted emotions.She needed someone to talk to about the slow but sure down spiral she was going through.Once upon a time that someone would have been Chloe Dubois.Isabella’s phone rang.The sharp chime shattered the tension.She startled. Vincent’s gaze flicked to the glowing screen in her hand.Daniel.Her throat tightened. She pushed him aside, turned her back to him, and pressed accept.“Daniel?”Her brother’s voice was calm — strange...“Sis, hey… how are you?”“…I’m fine. Why are you calling? Did something happen to Elena?” She didn’t know what she'd do if that were the case. She was a trans atlantic flight away.Daniel chuckled softly, the sound strained. “Just wanted to check o

Vincent got back himself quickly."How long was it?" He cleared his throat after getting lost in thoughts looking at her proud smile."Huh?""Your last drive?" “Maybe… five years?” she admitted, then quickly looked away.That was when Daniel had gotten into a high school fight and she'd borrowed the car from her boss at work to meet with his principal.He exhaled through his nose, shaking his head as they approached the marble steps. “Remind me never to underestimate your confidence again.”Isabella’s tablet gave a ping. It was a message.“Julian says the driver’s in the hospital, but stable,” she murmured. “He also confirmed the projection files are loaded. Everything’s ready.”A banner arched overhead:Cross-Continental Development & Innovation Summit — Paris 2025Vincent’s switch flipped instantly. His posture straightened, his face settled into its public calm.The most dangerous man in New York could become the most charming man in Europe with a single breath.Isabella matched h

She didn't know French. But her boss already knew that.So why was he setting her up for failure?The crowd parted as she joined Vincent, sitting beside him calmly. Cameras flashed; microphones stretched forward.The moderator gestured to her warmly. “Ah, Chairman Sinclair’s translator,” he said in French-accented English. “Bienvenue!”What was that?Vincent’s eyes flicked sideways. Amusement glinted there at her confusion from the phrase. “Ready, Rossi?”“Mhmm,”her smile so tight it could slice glass.The first question came rapid-fire in French. “Monsieur Sinclair, what are Sinclair International’s immediate plans for integrating into the EU technology sector?”Vincent waited patiently, expecting her to translate.Isabella turned toward him and blurted, “He said… uh… how excited are you about Europe?”The journalists blinked.Vincent arched an eyebrow. “Did he?”She nodded like a bobblehead. “Definitely.”“Interesting,” he said, voice low enough for her alone. “Because I’m fairly c