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

Chapter 87

Kristin stared at Vincent with terror in her eyes, her voice shaking. “No… Don’t hurt my brother.” “Kristin, I’ve told you. If you don’t behave, I’ll make someone close to you pay the price,” Vincent said, trapping her in his embrace and forcefully gripping her chin. “This time, watch closely.”

“Vincent… you bastard…” Kristin’s trembling voice broke through. “You can’t hurt my brother. Rhett… Rhett said he’d look out for me.”

Her voice quivered, hoping that mentioning Rhett would make Vincent think twice, but it only pissed him off more.

“You’re a slut,” Vincent dragged Kristin into a nearby cabin. “You’ve slept with my brother, haven’t you?”

Kristin bit her lip, glaring at Vincent with hatred. “You have no right to ask me that.”

“I have no right, huh? Kristin, how low can you stoop?” Vincent sneered mockingly, tearing open her clothes. “I regret that I never touched you before.”

Her whole body shivered, burning wherever Vincent touched her.

“Aren’t you disgusted?” Kristin cried out, challenging him.

“Yeah, you’re dirty.” Vincent retaliated, biting Kristin’s neck. “But if Rhett doesn’t care, why should 12”

Rhett thought he could humiliate him through Kristin. Dream on.

“Vincent, You won’t let me go unless I’m dead, right?” Kristin sank to her knees, her fingers trembling as she clutched at Vincent’s clothes. “Spare my brother, please.”

“I’ll never forgive Garner for the harm he’s caused Ruby. Even if he were to endure a thousand deaths or lose both of his hands, it wouldn’t begin to extinguish my deep–seated hatred for him!” Vincent forced Kristin to look outside. “Go on. Cut off his hands.”

The bodyguard pulled out a knife. “Sorry about this.”

“No!” Kristin screamed, struggling and rushing to push away the man about to act.

“Vincent! The one who wronged you is me. I owe you…” Kristin picked up the knife from the ground and slashed her wrist without any hesitation. “Not enough, right?”

She kept cutting her wrist, blood gushing out in alarming streams.

“Bastard, I’ll kill you!” Garner yelled hysterically, fighting off his restraints and beating his captors senselessly.

As Kristin’s face turned ghostly pale, she stumbled backward, continuously cutting her wrist deeper.

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Vincent stood rigid, watching Kristin’s madness, his chest aching as if it were splitting open.

did he want

woman’s gone mad. She will die, won’t she?” The bodyguard was terrified, his voice

want to be

rage, Garner fought off everyone, knocking out his captors before staggering to his feet and rushing over to Kristin, forcefully taking the knife

me the knife.” Garner’s eyes were bloodshot, his hand

empty eyes, and seeing his blood dripping down the blade, she let go in

vision darkened, Kristin collapsed into Garner’s arms. “Garner, I’m so tired.”

burned. He swallowed hard but couldn’t

from killing these people, he didn’t know how else

to the hospital. Garner fought to steady his shaking voice, wrapping Kristin’s wrist with his shirt. “I’ll take you

looked toward the door, hearing Summer’s desperate cries, and slowly raised her

so tired,

her be free.

have no reason to continue tormenting them.

Vincent’s voice was trembling, yet he spoke coldly. “Take

eyes. He was afraid

I’ll take her to

Garner picked up Kristin, intent on

returned, Rhett hurriedly drove over, only to find

asked Bill to find out where Garner lived and

to the hospital,”

covered in blood again, Rhett felt his emotions spiraling out of control.

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by emotion, but at that moment, he wanted

worry.” James also approached in panic,

James, handing Kristin to Rhett. “Mr.

was different from the

deserve her. In Garner’s eyes, if James were the person who had forced Kristin

the car, his gaze deep as he looked at Vincent.

knuckles turned white with tension, furious that he could only watch Rhett take Kristin away!

dared not

adjusted his tie and turned back to Vincent. “Are you

him

you’re not falling for a tramp, are you? What I did to her was none of your business, right? Your fiancée is

mid–air, and the darkness in his eyes grew even more intense. “Vincent,