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

Chapter 95

Rhett lounged on the sofa opposite Holcomb, all laid–back–like. “Yeah.”

“We must sort out Vincent’s mess ASAP. The big wigs and the board are starting to make noise. After all, Vincent is your brother, part of the FitzGerald family through and through. We’re in this together, for better or worse.” Holcomb reminded Rhett not to overdo it.

“I can lend a hand to Nicola and help out Vincent. And If I have to, convincing Kristin to marry me isn’t off the table,” Rhett said with a smirk, sounding like he was ready to wheel and deal.

In the room, perking up at the mention of help, Nicola ditched the oxygen and bolted out in her slippers. “Rhett, you are back! Your brother…”

“I’ve tried every trick in the book. The Turner family and you guys have backed Kristin into at corner. She’s got no way out except to marry into the FitzGerald family to save her skin, so pushing her to drop the case by other means is off the table,” Rhett laid his cards on the table.

“Rhett, how about we bluff her? Agree for now and tie the knot on paper. Once this storm blows over, we’ll deal with her. It’s just Kristin,” Nicola cajoled Rhett in a rush.

“I could marry Kristin,” Rhett said, cool as a cucumber.

Holcomb frowned and refused, “No can do. Rhett’s reputation is on the line, too, and that’s tied to our family’s reputation.”

Rhett scoffed. In Holcomb’s eyes, the family’s reputation was more precious than his son’s.

“Holcomb!” Nicola was choking up in desperation. “Even if it’s just to keep Kristin quiet, a secret marriage will do. No one needs to know. Vincent’s your son, too, and you can’t play favorites. If he gets jailed, it’ll wreck his life.”

Holcomb raised a hand to his forehead, clearly getting a headache.

“If I’m to take the fall, no problem. But shouldn’t I get some security for what’s mine. Dad?” Rhett cut to the chase.

Nicola was stunned, knowing Rhett wouldn’t fold easily.

“If I’m married, I can waltz into the notary office and claim what’s mine. Grandpa’s and Mom’s shares are all mine. You got any objections to that, Dad?” Rhett eyed Holcomb.

“No way!” Nicola protested before Holcomb could get a word in. “It’s not like… Rhett, your grandpa got more than one grandson. Vincent’s his grandson, too. Those shares… you can’t hog them all.”

Rhett snorted and stood up. “Then there’s nothing to talk about. Company policy is clear. Anyone with a criminal record, no excuses, can’t be part of the management.”

went pale, hands

far! He was in cahoots with Kristin to screw over

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Kristin.”

a calculating glint in her eyes, Nicola could only compromise for the time.

that

no beef with it,” Holcomb finally

whoever you want to give them to, that’s your call,” Rhett said, not bothering to vie for the scraps in Holcomb’s hands. He could give them all to Vincent if he thought it

they kept up this sad excuse for a father–son

fuming, fists clenched.

Vincent out. If Rhett kicked the bucket by chance, or if I got dirt on him, I could still

expect you to be there as a witness, Dad,”

his tie and left without

marriage to Kristin. Holcomb was the kind who’d bury family dirt to save

now. Lucius‘ shares were to include Vincent, how can you hand

darkened, cursing, “Look at the good son you’ve raised! Father’s last wishes

green, biting back her dissatisfaction, fists still clenched. She wouldn’t let Rhett have the last laugh and come

Being in unfamiliar territory, she dared

rolled in at ten that night. Coming home to find Kristin on the sofa, he paused, instinctively treading lightly.

out by having a strange woman in his space. But seeing Kristin asleep on

and sat up in a panic, nervously fixing her

yet?” Rhett glanced

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her head,

Rhett, no chet. The chefs‘ schedules were all

clearly unimpressed

made dinner. There’s stuff in the fridge. Mr. FitzGerald, you could grab a bite if you don’t turn your nose up at it.” Kristin quickly rose and headed to the kitchen to bring out the

still–warm food.

already eaten and was about to decline, He was a bit of a clean freak, not really into eating meals cooked by someone