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.

didn’t dare to blabber

with her head down, carefully handed the little toy to Rhett and

knew how much Summer longed for a father.

games with their children, but Summer only had his uncle. His mom was

support him and didn’t have much time to

with him.

the other kids with their

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

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was a hot mean

was Superman, he wouldn’t have recognized it

kids‘ imaginations were something

FitzGerald

headed to the backyard shed in search of a shovel

shed closed behind her, and someone locked it from

back and got the picture

else. It’s just that she had fought back before and

Vincent got for me? A dude in a sloppy black tracksuit was cracking sunflower

door, but it was

let out a cynical laugh. It seemed

when Kristin was going through dark times, Vincent was a ray of

given Vincent her only trust, but he pushed her into the abyss, making her see for herself

calm the man in front of her. She lacked the strength to resist, but she needed to find

Kemp Smith, 39 years old, and you?” Kemp seemed intent on forcing himself on Kristin, but she

used to scream and run at the sight of Kemp as if he were a madman, but Kristin was actually