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

Chapter 117

In a hospital room at Silvergrove City.

Kristin hunched over the edge of a bed, her eyes swollen from relentless crying. It was evident that the tears had carved rivers down her cheeks for quite some time.

Rhett, having just removed his oxygen mask, glanced at her with a resigned smile. “It was just an act and here are you crying for real?”

“It’s just… you were so convincing,” Kristin choked back a sob, her voice trembling with emotion.

After the meeting had concluded, Kristin handed Rhett what was supposed to be at “harmless” piece of peanut brittle.

But as soon as he popped it into his mouth, a violent coughing fit overtook him, his face contorting as if he was gasping for air.

Kristin was terrified out of her wits.

Watching her stutter and cower amused Rhett to no end. Kristin resembled a frightened deer caught in the headlights.

“Are you upset because you think I might die from an allergic reaction, or because you’d feel guilty if something happened to me?” Rhett couldn’t help but wonder if Kristin was truly concerned about him.

Cleaning her tears, Kristin pondered the two scenarios. Did it make a difference? “I was scared because I thought I had grabbed the wrong candy.”

Rhett stiffened his smile momentarily, realizing perhaps he had given it too much thought.

“Don’t worry, the PR team will be coming to take you away soon. But don’t be scared, I’ve got your back,” Rhett reassured her.

With a nervous nod, Kristin acknowledged his comfort.

They had to play out their drama to the hilt, stirring up rumors throughout the company to make sure this did not end quietly.

By now, Lisa was probably wracked with anxiety, dreading the possibility of Kristin revealing her malicious plot to harm Rhett.

Lisa had her excuses ready. After all, Kristin was a con artist and a former inmate. Not one at the company would take her word over Lisa’s.

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matter, Please come with us to assist in the investigation,” the PR team arrived,

intervene as they took Kristin, but considering the gravity of the situation, he let them escort

are

after the PR team had left did Rhett finally open his

this time. It seems like she’s been played. How else could she have accidentally given you peanut brittle?” York sighed, regretting that

definitely couldn’t

his legs off the bed. “Let’s go. Back to

watch

was stunned. “Mr. FitzGerald, how can

of his mouth. He hadn’t informed York

earlier and was

duped by Kristin

Rhett out. “Mr. FitzGerald, I haven’t even transferred departments yet. Can you clue me in before

terrible,”

scared the

silent, heading straight for the car. “Don’t forget our wager. If Kristin handles Lisa, you’re her errand boy for

shocked as Rhett drove away, vigorously rubbing

him with a smile? It was nothing short of

since Kristin entered Rhett’s world,

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increasingly peculiar.

FitzGerald Group, the PR team was conducting their

Mr. FitzGerald’s peanut allergy. This is premeditated. Miss Kristin, if you don’t cooperate with the investigation, we’ll have no choice but to involve the police,” the PR staff

her head bowed, repeating

Rhett would arrive in time to save her, confronted by the barrage of accusations, she couldn’t articulate a single

interrogated by these people. It was a sensation akin to severe hypoglycemia, excruciatingly painful.

Vincent and Clarence had conspired to send her to prison on charges of extortion, she had endured a similar grilling by

as he entered the room

there’s no doubt Kristin did this intentionally. Rhett’s peanut allergy is well–known and I made sure to warn her when she started here. She couldn’t have. been ignorant. Perhaps we should

you holding a grudge over that… that’s why you…” Herthal trailed in, her voice breaking, hands covering her mouth in shock and disbelief. “Kris, you’ve been so foolish. Rhett wasn’t even involved in your extortion case back then.”

glance, then lowered her

had hit Kristin’s sore spot with precision, effectively handing the PR team the rationale they

think… Maybe we should just call the