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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visits. Several times, Mr. FitzGerald has even personally escorted

a union. Mr. Vincent is already engaged

the secretary and Hertha into the elevator, she overheard the receptionist’s gossip, feeling

Haywood, this is Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant. If you need anything, she’ll handle

assistant, not a servant

reason, she felt a pang of displeasure.

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

silent, her head down, emotions swirling.

boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling Kristin aside. “Don’t say I didn’t warn you. You’d better make a good impression.”

fingers tightened nervously, and

Hertha after their marriage

free from artificial scents, a type Rhett would

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

work, and Rhett would be arriving soon. As his

clock was ticking.

me again. He’ll

at Hertha

time as

Hertha glanced at her wristwatch.

hated procrastination more than anything. He valued punctuality

Rhett entered the

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boud spetegetically. Im sorry Me Maywood, dent manage to

slightly. Frisin’s move was a

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

a sting from Rhett’s ‘scalding, though she was

wasn’t truly chading her. He had reinforced that

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not Kristin, he frowned. “Mr. FitzGerald, where’s Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s

Rhett in, frantically searching for Kristin.

running off

something important? Shall I help you find it?” Hertha asked with innocence.

clock struck 8:40, and Kristin

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

to Rhett, and cooed,

maintaining a distance. “Let York drive you home.”

to his secretary. “Call Kristin.

Rhett was

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