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

Chapter 59

At Room 3688.

Rhett pushed open the door and strode in with a stormy look on his face.

A few big shots were getting sloshed, with girls in their arms and others hanging around, in an atmosphere dripping with extravagance.

With a slight frown, Rhett cast a cold glance around the room but didn’t spot Kristin.

Oddly, he breathed a sigh of relief.

“Who’s Harriet?” York threw out the question.

The bosses were too buzzed to catch York’s words.

York flipped on the lights and killed the music, his voice dropping an octave. “Who is Harriet?”

Being Rhett’s assistant. York carried himself with more swagger than the average flunky with the chops to back it up.

One of the bosses glared at York, irked. “And you are…?”

Someone got a good look at Rhett and shot to their feet in a drunken haze, half–thinking they were hallucinating…. Mr. Fitzgerald?”

Harriet stood up in shock, too. “Mr. Fitzgerald?”

None of those nightclub ladies wouldn’t recognize Rhett. They knew each and every business tycoon.

“Mr. Fitzgerald! What brings you to Crescendo Town without a heads–up? We could’ve rolled out the red carpet,” the manager burst in, all flustered. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s this all about?”

Harriet eyed Rhett nervously. The man was just too dashing.

Being loaded and influential, Rhett was extremely attractive to all women.

Harriet put on a sultry smile, her voice dropping to a murmur. “Mr. Fitzgerald… are you looking for me?”

“Where’s Kristin?” Rhett didn’t want to beat around the bush, his frown deepening as her sidestepped the incoming manager. He hated women crowding him.

York quickly stepped in between, blocking any female advances. “Kristin lives with you, right? Where is she?”

Harriet was taken aback before it clicked.

Rhett was from the Fitzgerald family, and he was Vincent’s older brother.

With Rhett storming in like this and Kristin having bolted from Silvergrove City….

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no clue what you’re on about,”

be here if we hadn’t done our

Rhett, pretty sure who Rhett was referring to. “She clocked out ages

to reach out to

didn’t bother lying. “She might be

came from yours, and she’s not there,” Rhett replied, slightly irritated.

know. She’s bound to show up for work tomorrow.

she had no idea where the girl

of Marigold

sat nervously in the car, refusing to get out.

leaned on the car door, watching her with a smirk. “Scared

almost bruising from

meant no

couldn’t drag on. They needed to pin down the illness

needed to

three years… right?” Kristin stepped out of the car, her voice barely above

James nodded. “Yeah.”

murmuring, “Tomorrow… I’ll

the club knew James wasn’t one to dabble with the girls there easily. His standards were sky–high. Passing a health check was step one to being

turned to head into the living room.

still a

innocence and stupidity, but now seemed to

you tonight.” Seeing Kristin still hesitating

relief and slowly made her

massive and sparse, clear signs of his solo living. The place was a bit of a

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and he didn’t seem to have a maid.

showered, Kristin, bored and standing around,

the living room

“I just… cleaned up a bit.”

door, registering her lace and fingerprints

lock. I’m not home much. You

blinked, her mouth opening then closing without a

the sack,” James motioned for

room, but James

with extortion charges by Vincent and Clarence, it was his

was the one who nudged Vincent,

she’d

stunned everyone by pleading

He wanted to pull Vincent back, but it

stubborn and infuriatingly proud…

like a white rose blooming against the storm, uncrushable by

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