Chapter 115

Kristin exited the subway station and hurried into the FitzGerald Group’s high–rise. As Rhett’s assistant, it was her job to beat the morning rush and be at her desk before Rhett arrived.

“Kristin! What a coincidence! Fancy seeing you here,” Hertha called out excitedly from the company’s lounge area.

She was looking stunning. Her long, smooth hair was natural, cascading over her shoulders. Her flawless skin was in a touch of nude makeup, and she wore a crisp white sundress that made her smile shine as brightly as a lily in full bloom.

Kristin paused, caught off guard. Hertha…

Suddenly, she remembered James mentioning a complicated past between Hertha and Rhett.

Kristin felt a lump in her throat and her fingers involuntarily balled up. “Ms. Haywood…” she managed to squeak out.

“Are you working for the FitzGerald Group?” Hertha asked in surprise.

Kristin nodded.

“Kris, you’re amazing! Getting into the FitzGerald Group isn’t easy. It’s usually Ivy League graduates or the like. Which college did you attend?” Hertha looked at Kristin with admiration.

Kristin took a deep breath, glancing back at the other employees who were whispering.

It was time for work, and the lobby was bustling.

Hertha’s innocence made it hard to think she had any ulterior motives, but Kristin had long since stopped taking people at face value.

Beneath a guise of naivety, one couldn’t always expect to find a kind heart.

“What brings you here, Ms. Haywood?” Kristin asked politely.

“I’m waiting for Rhett,” Hertha beamed, grasping Kristin’s hand. “Since you work here, have you seen him? He’s as handsome as the guy I told you about.” Hertha leaned in and quietly confessed, “He’s the guy I’m into.”

Kristin stiffened but said nothing.

“Ms. Haywood, what are you doing standing around? Please come in,” Rhett’s secretary

appeared, chastising the receptionist. “In the future, Ms. Haywood should not have to wait. Mr. FitzGerald has made it clear she can come and go as she pleases.”

Rhett had granted Hertha special privileges.

“Kristin, what are you standing there for? Take care of Ms. Haywood,” the secretary reprimanded, implying Kristin lacked initiative as an assistant.

Caught off guard, Kristin quickly stepped forward. “Ms. Haywood, right this way, please.”

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extended such privileges to anyone. Ms. Haywood receives VIP treatment every time she visits. Several times, Mr. FitzGerald has even personally escorted her. I bet she’s going to be the wife of

a union. Mr. Vincent is already engaged to the

Kristin followed the secretary and Hertha into the

you need anything, she’ll handle it,” the secretary said

She was Rhett’s assistant, not a

she felt a pang of

you’re Rhett’s assistant?” Hertha exclaimed, then hugged Kristin’s arm happily. “We’re such good friends. You’ll keep an eye on Rhett for me, right? If any little bitch tries to snatch him away from

remained silent, her head

She might become Mrs. FitzGerald, the lady boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling Kristin aside. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’d better make

nervously, and she remained

after their marriage

artificial scents, a type

Rhett’s office, “I skipped breakfast this morning and I’m feeling a bit low on sugar. Could you grab

nearly time to start work, and Rhett would be arriving soon. As his assistant, she couldn’t afford to be

was ticking.

it for me, he’ll lecture me again. He’ll be upset if

Hertha and

hurried toward the elevator, checking the time

Kristin left, Hertha glanced at her

anything. He valued

sharp, Rhett entered the

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to the tue

Im sorry Me Maywood, dent manage to ust

darkened slightly. Frisin’s move

glow stem as he stood and took the documents from Kristin. “You’re my assistant. You take ardere from me. What’s with the running around7 Fome with me to

Rhett’s ‘scalding, though she was

her. He had reinforced that she was his assistant alone, not beholden to anyone else’s

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frowned. “Mr. FitzGerald, where’s Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s the material

in, frantically

sense of responsibility, running off at a time like

important? Shall I help

clock struck 8:40, and Kristin was nowhere

said nothing. “Why aren’t you resting at home? What brings you

and cooed, ‘Rhett, I’ve missed

distance. “Let York

“Call Kristin. Where the

clear Rhett

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