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

Chapter 58

On the way back, Kristin dozed off against the window.

James gestured to Bill to crank up the heat and kill the music, driving smoothly in silence.

“Mr. Bryce, I’ve dug up some dirt… Ms. Turner skedaddled to Crescendo Town solo. The Turner family and the FitzGerald family don’t seem keen on letting her off the hook. Word on the street is Vincent’s trying to strong–arm her into marrying his butler’s son, a psycho. She called the cops and bolted,” Bill said, his voice hoarse.

He couldn’t fathom why all the malice in the world seemed to have it out for this kind–hearted lady.

James had a grim look on his face, his gaze dark as he stared out the car window.

“Back in the day, Ms. Turner must’ve been blind to fall for a guy like Vincent. What a bad luck in the love department!” Bill mused.

Six

years ago, he had sensed Vincent wasn’t worthy of Kristin. But back then, Kristin had eyes only for Vincent.

“Ms. Turner showing up at the club was a fluke. The club’s business manager, Harriet, did time with Ms. Turner and needed an extra hand because of the chamber of commerce dinner. Harriet roped Ms. Turner in to help out as a drink–serving gal initially, but since Ms. Turner probably can’t hold her liquor, Harriet, being somewhat decent, let her work the front desk instead.”

James frowned and glanced at Kristin. If he hadn’t recognized Kristin at the club, she might’ve been in for a rougher time.

“Ms. Turner is shacking up with Harriet in the club’s apartment block, a place that isn’t top–notch,” Bill whispered.

“Let’s head home.” James wasn’t about to let Kristin keep bunking with others in some rental dump.

“To the No.9 Mansion or…” Bill hesitated.

Over the years, James had a fair share of women, most of them taken to the No. 9 Mansion. Linda, the one who’d hung around the longest, always met him there.

James had never brought any woman to his own place.

“Back to Marigold Manor.” replied James

Bill looked back at James in surprise, as if to double–check.

James didn’t say another word, and Bill just drove back.

That was James‘ own pad, a place never sullied by the presence of a woman.

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Watching Kristin sleeping, James rubbed his temples. This time he was dead serious about not letting her slip away easily.

At Garner’s Garage in Silvergrove City.

Summer was sitting in the yard, fiddling with a magic cube, lightning–fast despite being only five years old.

kid, where are the grown–ups?” asked a man in a van,

gate.

“My uncle is at work,

side gig as a bodyguard for the well–heeled, which was on one

the next.

was home alone.

got candy here. Open the gate for me, and

for some

the man. “I can’t take candy from strangers, and I won’t go out to play with you. You

cheeky kid. “Hey, I’m just being nice, offering you sweets.”

I’ve got candy too. You game?” Summer put down his cube and shot

the kid’s savvy. “Open up, and I promise,

the man darkened his face and got back in his van, ready to bust the gate down.

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job for the cash to snatch the kid for someone.

gate,

someone, the van driver hit

car, eyeing the

walked up with snacks in hand. “Summer.”

the sight of York, Summer ran

FitzGerald sent me to bring you

softly. “Is he

crouching down to ruffle Summer’s hair through the gate gap. “I’ve sorted out your school enrollment. Garner will take you tomorrow. Be good and study hard. Don’t open the door

Summer nodded obediently.

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back with a carefully folded paper. “This

to win Rhett’s favor, wanting Rhett

sigh. “I’m off to Crescendo Town with Mr. FitzGerald tomorrow, so be good.”

back?”

be in Crescendo Town. Rhett’s

and Clarence had been going bonkers searching for

use Summer to strong–arm Kristin

keep your word.” Summer reddened his

paused, then nodded. “Summer, does your mom have any

replied, “Mom has a friend, Harriet. She got out of the prison before Mom and came

memory, especially

who made sure to

drawing Summer had whipped up. For

adults holding hands with a kid

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shielding both him and Mom from