All Chapters of Tempted by my Godlike boss: Chapter 91 - Chapter 100

FLORIAN’S POVGabriel arrived at the house early the next morning, his face tired like he hadn’t slept much either. I had barely slept myself cause my mind replaying Gabriel’s words from the night before over and over.Adrian’s men were here, watching us.“Show me the files,” Gabriel said the moment he stepped inside, not even bothering with a greeting first.I led him to the small study, the folder already sitting on the desk where I had left it the night before. He sat down heavily, pulling the papers toward him while his eyes moved quickly over each page.“This is solid,” he said after a while, his voice low with something close to disbelief. “Bank records, photographs, a signed letter. Florian, this could actually bring him down.”“That’s what Mara said too,” I replied, sitting across from him. “But she also said it makes us bigger targets now.”Gabriel nodded slowly, still flipping through the pages. “She’s right. Adrian isn’t going to sit back and let this happen quietly. We nee

SINCLAIR’S POVThe knock on my study door came exactly at ten o’clock, just like we had arranged. I straightened myself up as best as I could, sitting up properly in my chair and tried to look stronger than I actually felt.“Come in,” I called out.The door opened, and Mr. Bennett walked in, his briefcase in hand, his suit sharp and neatly pressed as always. He had been my lawyer for over twenty years, one of the very few people I trusted completely with matters this important.“Sinclair,” he said, offering a small nod as he took the seat across from my desk. “How are you feeling today?”“As well as can be expected,” I said, forcing a small smile. “Let’s get straight to it, shall we? I don’t have much time to waste these days.”He nodded, and opened his briefcase, pulling out a thick stack of documents, placing them carefully on the desk between us.“I’ve drawn up everything as you requested,” he said. “The will is complete, covering the transfer of your company shares, the properties

FLORIAN’S POVI was still going through some old files in the study when my phone buzzed loudly on the desk. Gabriel’s name flashed across the screen, and something about the timing made my stomach tighten before I even picked it up.“Gabriel?”“Florian, have you seen the news this morning?” His voice sounded tense, rushed, nothing like his usual calm tone.“No,” I said, sitting up straighter. “What’s going on?”“Turn on your laptop,” he said. “Check the business section. Now.”I quickly pulled my laptop closer, opening a browser, my fingers moving fast across the keyboard. It didn’t take long to find what he was talking about. The headline sat right there, bold and glaring at the top of the page.The company is facing financial Trouble? Sources Claim Company Hiding Massive Debt.My chest tightened as I read through the article quickly, my eyes scanning line after line. The article claimed, based on so-called “reliable sources,” that my company was drowning in secret debt, that the co

FLORIAN’S POVFor the first time in what felt like weeks, the house was quiet. No calls in the middle of the night, no strange men parked outside, no cameras hidden in the bushes anymore. Gabriel’s men had swept the entire property twice, and everything came back clean.“You should take the night off,” Gabriel said, standing by the door with his jacket already on. “Spend some time with Roseline. You both need it.”“You sure it’s safe?” I asked, still a little unsure after everything that had happened.“Two guards outside, cameras working properly this time, and I’ll be a phone call away,” Gabriel said. “You’ve earned one quiet night, Florian. Take it.”I nodded slowly, watching him leave before heading upstairs to find Roseline. She was sitting by the window in our room, staring out at nothing in particular, her mind clearly somewhere far away.“Hey,” I said softly, walking over to her.She turned, offering a small, tired smile. “Hey.”“I was thinking,” I said, sitting down beside her

FLORIAN’S POVI was in my study going through some old company reports when my phone rang. I almost let it go to voicemail, thinking it was another investor still nervous about the rumors from before, but something made me pick it up.It was Roseline, and the moment I heard her voice, I knew something was wrong.“Roseline?” I said quickly, already standing from my chair.“It’s my dad,” she said, her voice breaking, panic clear in every word. “He collapsed. They’re taking him to the hospital right now.”My chest tightened instantly. “Which hospital?”“St. Mary’s,” she said, her voice shaking badly.“I’m on my way there right now,” I said, already grabbing my jacket and keys. “Roseline, listen to me, drive carefully, okay? I’ll meet you there.”“Okay,” she whispered, though I could hear how far away her mind already was, lost somewhere in fear.I ended the call and rushed out to my car, my hands moving quickly but my mind racing even faster. Sinclair had seemed fine the last time I saw