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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privileges to anyone. Ms. Haywood receives VIP treatment every time she visits. Several times, Mr. FitzGerald has even personally escorted her.

Vincent is already engaged to the Turner heiress, leaving only Mr. Rhett.”

the elevator, she overheard the receptionist’s gossip, feeling distracted.

you need anything, she’ll handle

Rhett’s assistant, not

felt a pang of displeasure.

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

her head down,

the lady boss of the FitzGerald Group,” the secretary whispered, pulling Kristin aside.

nervously, and she remained speechless.

after their marriage

from artificial scents, a type Rhett would

breakfast this morning and I’m feeling a bit low on sugar. Could you grab me something to

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

clock was

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

at Hertha and

elevator, checking the time as she went to get Hertha’s breakfast.

left, Hertha glanced

than anything. He

8:30 sharp, Rhett entered

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shell and boud spetegetically. Im

Frisin’s

glow stem as he stood and took the documents from Kristin. “You’re my assistant. You take ardere

fell a sting from Rhett’s ‘scalding, though she was somermal wrong.

had reinforced that

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Kristin? There’s a meeting at 8:40, Where’s the material she prepared for you?”

Rhett in,

of responsibility, running

is there something important? Shall I help you find it?”

clock struck 8:40, and Kristin was nowhere to

aren’t you resting at home? What brings you here?”

up, sauntered to Rhett, and cooed, ‘Rhett,

stepped back, maintaining a distance. “Let York drive you home.”

he turned to his secretary. “Call Kristin. Where the

Rhett was

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