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

Chapter 77

Kristin hung her head, staying silent.

“No wonder Nicola has been gunning for you since six years ago,” Rhett chuckled.

What a fate!

Six years back, when he was heading home, he happened to overhear Nicola putting a hit out on a woman named Kristin.

He wasn’t interested initially, but for some reason, he didn’t want Nicola to get her way, so he

sent someone to rescue Kristin.

Reflecting on it, had he not intervened in the matter, he would have regretted it deeply.

Kristin clenched her fists. Nicola must be scared stiff of her getting tangled up with Rhett.

Nicola played no small part in Vincent’s hatred for her.

“Why didn’t you call James last night?” Rhett asked casually.

Kristin looked down, nervously wringing her fingers. “He… he’s engaged.”

James refused to call off the engagement. That was why she ditched the idea of choosing James.

“Oh? Playing by the rules, you’re not keen on being the other woman.” Rhett said with a touch of amusement.

“If you ever get engaged, please give me a heads up. I’ll make myself scarce,” Kristin said, under no illusion that Rhett would want her around forever.

Maybe he was just momentarily intrigued by her.

Rhett looked at Kristin, saying nothing for a long while.

After a moment of silence, Rhett stepped out of the restroom. “If you’re up for it, we head back to Silvergrove City today.”

The Haywood family was all over Crescendo Town. If Kristin didn’t drop the case, Adrienne could have been stuck inside.

“I’ll handle the police station. You just stick with me.”

Following Rhett, Kristin felt an inexplicable sense of security.

She trusted that Rhett would take care of things.

On the ride back to Silvergrove City, Kristin messaged Harriet from her new phone, saying she was leaving since Crescendo Town wasn’t safe.

Harriet didn’t say much and just told her to stay safe.

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hefty phone, Kristin felt a bit dazed. The phone James got her was also new. It was such a waste to lose it which almost cost a grand down

with his eyes closed, quietly leaning back in his

a glance at him, Kristin wondered how a man could be so

away, she gazed out the

the sunlight, Kristin

took that step.

drained, Kristin slept soundly

considering Kristin’s condition, Rhett chose to endure the hassle of driving rather than flying home.

York, as the assistant and driver, bore the brunt of it, cruising the highway for

rear–view mirror, York nearly

the car window in deep slumber, Rhett, without a flicker of emotion, offered his arm for her

a deep sigh, York’s gaze grew contemplative. Knowing Rhett as he did, York was certain

FitzGerald was

York pondered how to reduce the

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disaster, whether as Vincent’s ex–fiancee, the faux heiress of the Turner family, or as the woman who’d been

a lengthy and murky sleep, Kristin

it, she fell into an abyssal pond, unable to breathe or cry out until a hand grasped

breath came in

had stopped, and she lay alone on

Mr. FitzGerald?” she asked

“Mr. FitzGerald has gone back to his place. He asked me to drop

noticed they were at Garner’s repair shop

want her anymore, and she couldn’t afford

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Chapter 77

York said, stepping out to

body trembling. Kristin clutched her skirt, humbly requesting. “I…

knew she was being shameless, clinging to Rhett like this.

in your right. Be aware of that and try to keep your ties with Mr. FitzGerald on the down–low unless he needs you as a shield,” York

loosening, Kristin breathed a sigh of relief. Good, Rhett hadn’t washed his

she was still of some value.

you when you’re needed.” York said, ushering Kristin out of the car and

Kristin asked, “Am I not supposed

she just stay with her family without

and knew straight away she got it twisted, “You

beet red with shame, and she bit down on the

mum.

is a bit of a clean freak. He’s helping you because you’ve got your merits, but it’s not that kind of sleazy deal

rich kids who seldom pondered the consequences of their actions, was governed by his intellect,

much shot in Silvergrove City. Even if York didn’t buy into the whole wild private life gossip,

Mr. FitzGerald would have the

by the