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 any further.

her head down, carefully handed the little toy to Rhett and then whispered in an extremely soft

Summer longed for a father.

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

him and didn’t have much time to spend

with him.

always alone, watching the other kids with their parents.

gave it a look. Garner’s

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was a hot mean and downright noly

it was Superman, he wouldn’t have recognized it at all.

imaginations were something

the FitzGerald Mansion

the backyard shed in search of a

closed behind her, and someone locked it from

glanced back and

just that she had fought back before and had been brutally crushed, so she stopped resisting.

gulfriend Vincent got for me? A dude in a sloppy black tracksuit was cracking sunflower seeds in the comer

door,

cynical laugh. It seemed Vincent wouldn’t be satisfied until she was dead.

going through dark times, Vincent

he pushed her into the

calm the man in front of her. She lacked the strength to resist,

Smith, 39 years old, and you?” Kemp seemed intent on forcing himself on Kristin, but she didn’t seem to resist or detest him.

scream and run at the sight of Kemp as if he were a madman,