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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treatment every time she visits. Several times, Mr. FitzGerald has even personally escorted her. I bet she’s going to

are considering a union. Mr. Vincent is already engaged to

Kristin followed the secretary and Hertha into the elevator, she overheard the receptionist’s gossip, feeling distracted.

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

frowned slightly. She was Rhett’s assistant, not a servant

felt a pang of

happily. “We’re such good friends. You’ll keep an eye on Rhett for me, right? If any little bitch

silent, her head down, emotions

Haywood is comfortable. She might become Mrs. FitzGerald, the lady boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling

tightened nervously, and she remained speechless.

after

pure, and free from artificial scents, a type

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

hesitated, wanting to refuse. It was nearly time to start work, and Rhett would be arriving soon. As his assistant, she couldn’t

clock was

so hungry,” Hertha pleaded. “If Rhett has to get it for me, he’ll lecture me

Hertha and nodded.

checking the time

Hertha glanced at

than anything. He valued punctuality

8:30 sharp, Rhett entered

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boud spetegetically. Im sorry Me Maywood, dent manage to

darkened slightly. Frisin’s

the documents from Kristin. “You’re my assistant. You

from Rhett’s ‘scalding, though she was

her. He had reinforced that she was his assistant alone, not

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where’s Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s the material

secretary followed Rhett in, frantically searching for

running

something important? Shall I help you find it?” Hertha

struck 8:40, and Kristin

resting at home?

up, sauntered to Rhett, and cooed, ‘Rhett, I’ve missed you.”

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

turned to his secretary. “Call Kristin.

clear Rhett was not

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