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

Chapter 94

“Hey, are you two here to snap your wedding pics?” The clerk asked cautiously.

York had the whole thing under wraps because this marriage was just a collab.

Kristin was on edge, sitting there clutching her clothes for dear life.

On the other hand, Rhett leaned in closer to Kristin.

“Come on, darling, give us a smile,” the clerk teased Kristin, making it seem like she was about to walk the plank.

Kristin nervously glanced at Rhett and forced a grin.

The clerk sighed in resignation, clearly not satisfied.

“Garner said Summer used to run around the block butt–naked as a kid, and it took a bee sting on his backside to learn to wear pants,” Rhett said, turning to Kristin. “For real?”

Kristin’s heart skipped a beat, looking into Rhett’s soft gaze.

Rhett wasn’t one to chuckle much, but he was trying to make her laugh.

The mental image of Summer bawling with a bare bum cracked Kristin up.

Garner had shared this during a prison visit. Back then, anything about Summer was Kristin’s light in the darkness of jail.

The photographer seized the moment, caught Kristin’s attention, and clicked the shutter.

Kristin flushed with embarrassment, only realizing it afterward.

The marriage certificate was stamped and handed over, making Kristin feel like she was dreaming.

That was Rhett, after all. She wouldn’t dare dream of crossing paths with Rhett, let alone tying the knot.

“For safety’s sake, I’ll keep the marriage certificate,” York tried to take it, worried Kristin might flaunt it.

Rhett frowned, snatched the certificate from York, and handed it to Kristin. “Keep it safe.”

York was speechless.

Kristin was shocked, anxiously looking at Rhett.

He had handed her the marriage certificate. Wasn’t he worried she might make a fuss with it?

key to a partnership,”

lowered

Kristin to

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we’re partners, I’m looking forward to working with you.” Rhett said, stepping

looked at him, bewildered. “Are

folks. If we’re not living together, they won’t buy it,” Rhett didn’t see the

schemes or

open.

it, Mr. FitzGerald,” she murmured.

in public, but drop it at home,” Rhett said, setting up facial recognition and fingerprint access at the entrance for

any expenses, your allowance for the next three years. Salary is separate.” Rhett handed Kristin a bank card.

deep breath. “I don’t

me secure shares, this is what you deserve. If I teamed up

high price of celebrity

the card, she figured she’d save Rhett some cash by not

lot as my future personal assistant. You’ll get trained, and York will fill your in on the details,”

will tidy up daily. Pick a room you like. You don’t need to bring anything

a clean freak but showed respect to Kristin.

She nodded.

study is off–limits,” York added.

York a look, expressionless. “No off–limits at home, feel free. Just

Kristin nodded earnestly.

double standard. Why was the study off–limits when he visited?

want

palms clammy

need anything.” Rhett glanced at

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and leave.

behind nervously, watching him go.

he drove off, she finally breathed a sigh of relief. His presence was overwhelming,

and cautiously eyed Rhett’s villa,

going to live here with Rhett for

away, not always home. But as his assistant, she’d need to

was so clean that she thought she would sully the air with

presence.

on the sofa, Kristin remained still