When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 8

“Rhett…” Vincent was also scared, but meanwhile, he was shocked. Rhett, who always hated strangers getting close, acted so out of character.

“Rhett, sorry. Ruby had a car accident. She needs a kidney transplant. Kristin owes Ruby one, and I was afraid she might pull something sneaky, so I brought her home to stay for a few days,” Vincent quickly explained.

Rhett didn’t make a peep. He never liked to poke his nose into other people’s business, especially Vincent’s business.

“Get lost, kid,” Vincent said, reaching to grab Summer when he saw Rhett wasn’t responding.

But Summer clung to Rhett’s legs, hugging him like a koala bear.

Though small, Summer had learned to read the room. He could tell Vincent was a baddie, always picking on Mom, but this baddie seemed afraid of the man he was hugging.

Kristin was panicked and felt nothing but heartache. He was just a five–year–old child.

“Summer, Mommy will take you to find Daddy, okay?” Kristin coaxed softly.

“Then hurry and find that jerk to take this brat off our hands!” Vincent spat, unable to control his temper and pry Summer off.

Rhett looked at the little boy, smearing snot and tears all over his leg, and instead of getting mad, he felt a chuckle coming on.

A five–year–old kid….

“Are you my daddy? Will you be my daddy and protect Mommy?” Summer looked up innocently and asked.

Vincent’s face went darker. Did he believe a five–year–old could say something like that? It had to be Kristin’s doing, right?

choked up, soothing Summer. “Listen, he

he saw Rhett didn’t respond to his

and Kristin to the backyard, Rhett said nothing but looking down at his

assistant hurried over, flustered, preparing a change of clothes for Rhett. “You go wash up

Anything unclean had to be gone.

Rhett said indifferently, walking

gasped in shock. No

what Mr. FitzGerald wants was like searching for a needle in a haystack.

the car, Rhett looked out the window thoughtfully, tapping his long, good–looking fingers. “York, it’s been six years. Haven’t we found the person I’m

steering wheel nervously. “Mr. FitzGerald, that night at the hotel… the surveillance didn’t work, so nothing was recorded, and you didn’t have me investigate right after you

darkened. “Are you blaming

been so many years, it’s hard to dig.” York thought he was trying to do a good deed.

he’d skin her alive and throw her in

and knew him best. Rhett was a man with a strong psychological need for cleanliness.

well.

get

into it. causing a major internal overhaul.

first, Rhett didn’t want to find that woman, thinking it was only someone else’s tactic against him

yet there was still no sign. That made

third year of her disappearance, Rhett had his assistant start investigating, but

Rhett had been drugged that night,

talk?” Rhett’s