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

Chapter 9

“Mr. FitzGerald, we found her.” York exclaimed as he spun around after getting off the phone. “Ferris spilled the beans!!”

Rhett let out a snort of derision. “Hard nuts crack at last, huh? Who?”

“It’s Ms. Haywood, Hertha Haywood.” York replied, equally stunned. Hertha had depression, and rumor had it she attempted suicide six years ago.

“It’s coming back to me now! Among the guests at the hotel that night, there was the name. Hertha. But I didn’t connect the dots because she was on a different floor. Ferris said he had his sights on a different chick, but when he saw Ms. Haywood wander into the wrong room, he just rolled with it.”

York smacked his forehead, annoyed at himself for not thinking of that angle. “Ms. Hertha had a brush with death due to depression six years back, right after that shindig.”

Rhett’s brows knitted together. “Set course for the Haywood family residence,” he commanded.

At the FitzGerald Mansion, Vincent looked at Kristin loathingly, seemingly taken aback by how much she had changed.

“I never really knew you,” Vincent realized with a sense of betrayal, regretting his past blindness. How could he have ever seen Kristin as pure and kind–hearted? “Even using kids in your schemes, huh? So, what, you knew you couldn’t climb the ladder with me, so you set your sights on my brother?”

Kristin shook her head desperately, biting her lip. That wasn’t it. She hadn’t done that.

Summer behind her, Kristin pleaded with tearful

level for money and what you want?” Vincent grabbed Kristin’s chin and

her eyes in fear. During her years in prison, her biggest dread was looking

in prison, she stuck out like a sore thumb among the other inmates because of her delicate, smooth skin. The other inmates would humiliate her, beat her, and force her to look at her pathetic self in the mirror

was futile. No one came to her

world had abandoned her.

his disgust, Vincent tore her clothes before the child.

Chapter 9

front of the kid. I’m begging you…” Kristin trembled violently,

congenital heart condition and nearly died once in prison when she

Summer, shielding his eyes

you? Take a good look at yourself in the mirror, Kristin. You reek of the filth from jail, like a beggar on the streets. What man would

Summer, covering his ears with

was innocent, regardless of the dirty circumstances of his

couldn’t understand why he was

emotions.