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

Chapter 50

Crescendo Town, while different, held its own against Silvergrove City in terms of vibrancy and

shimmer.

In this city with all its bright lights and boozy nights, the feeling of being a stranger nearly drowned Kristin like a surging river.

Kristin curled up in a corner, her body trembling like a leaf.

Unlike Silvergrove City, Crescendo Town had to endure the harsh sting of bone–chilling winters. At night, the snow came down in buckets, and folks hurried along.

Kristin leaned against the window glass, gazing at the heavy snowfall outside.

As a kid, she loved snowy days, because Silvergrove City never got winter, so she was dying to see the snow.

“Kris, this year I’m gonna take you to Oakville Crossings to catch some snow.”

She remembered the winter before her cover was blown, Clarence had everything planned out. He whisked her away from school, giving her the surprise of her life.

Back then, Clarence doted on her. He provided every form of protection a brother could possibly offer to his sister.

Kristin used to take it for granted, but now, it felt like a debt she owed that she ought to repay.

Over the years, Kristin had silently endured all the pain inflicted by the Turner family, simply because she got more warmth in those first twenty years than she deserved.

She could understand why Summer hated her.

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Clarence fondly

warm. Now the dream was over,

Wake up,

window. Hearing her name, she jolted awake, clutching herself

be scared of? It’s not like I’m gonna eat you up,” said the woman squatting in front of Kristin, dressed

of relief. “How did you know I

where

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lighting up a cigarette. “You called me yesterday,

look for me when you

embarrassed. “I spent a

with me.”

Kristin’s prison buddy and the one who got out

got caught up with the wrong guy, one with a wife who was a moocher, and apparently made his fortune thanks to

money. Harriet refused, and the guy

was clever and played Harriet

was shivering, and thought Kristin was too fragile for their line of work.

Kristin shook her head. “Waiting tables and pouring drinks are not difficult

Kristin, took a deep drag, and laughed so hard she bent over. “Kristin, don’t tell me you actually think… I’m just a waitress? A waitress earning tens

aback, finally getting Harriet’s drift.

Harriet pulled Kristin into a cab. “When

cab window, flicking her cigarette

stop her, feeling it wasn’t right to litter.

reaction, Harriet laughed without malice. “Do you think you

the corner. Yeah, she needed to return that pride and so–called nobility in her