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

Chapter 38

“It’s a piece of cake, Summer said with a puzzled face. Was searching for a company address difficult?

“Who’s your dad?” Rhett found chatting with this kiddo pretty amusing.

York was driving, his eyes practically glued to the rearview mirror. Was that their Mr. FitzGerald? He even goofed around with a kid.

“You’re my dad,” Summer seemed convinced that Rhett was her father.

In Summer’s world, everything was always straightforward, never that complicated.

Rhett cracked a smile, totally clueless that he was such a kid magnet. How come he remembered that Eve’s brat would start bawling at the sight of Rhett, as if he’d seen the Bogeyman?

Sure, this little boy was more lovable.

“Can I keep this Superman? I’ll get you a new one. How about that?” Rhett said softly.

Summer pondered for a moment, then adorably nodded. “If you like it, it’s yours, no need to get me a new one.”

“Why?”

“Don’t wanna make you spend money.” Summer knew earning cash was a hard slog. “Uncle Garner works super hard to make money, you must be worn out too.”

Rhett never bothered to correct Summer’s address, and even York was getting a bit fed up, wondering what the heck Rhett was up to. “Kiddo, don’t go calling random dudes Dad, he’s not your pop. Your real dad is something else, and no one knows who he is yet.”

Summer glanced at York and then kept quiet.

“You talk too much, don’t you?” Rhett furrowed his brow.

to blabber any

toy to Rhett and then whispered in an extremely soft voice, “Daddy, this

one knew how much Summer longed for a father.

only had his uncle. His mom

him and didn’t have much

with him.

alone, watching the other kids

stuffed toy and gave it a look. Garner’s sewing skills were

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was a hot mean and downright noly

mentioned it was Superman, he wouldn’t have recognized

were

the FitzGerald

shed

her, and

and got

she had fought back before and had been brutally crushed, so

got for me? A dude in a sloppy black tracksuit was cracking sunflower seeds in the comer and asked.

back, trying to open the door,

downward gaze, Kristin let out a cynical laugh. It seemed Vincent wouldn’t be satisfied until she was dead.

times, Vincent was a ray of light

had given Vincent her only trust, but he pushed her into the abyss, making her see for herself the layers of hell.

front of her. She lacked the strength to resist, but she needed to

intent on forcing himself on Kristin, but she didn’t seem to resist or

run at the sight of Kemp as if he