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

Chapter 120

At lunchtime, Kristin still hadn’t managed to write her self–critique.

She didn’t even know what she was supposed to be critiquing herself for.

And those words in her essay essentially boiled down to one sentiment: “According to your words, I must be wrong, but I don’t know where I erred.”

“Mr. FitzGerald, aren’t you going to grab some lunch?” Kristin asked tentatively and pushed the office door open, seeing Rhett buried in his work.

Rhett put down his papers and raised an eyebrow.

Lisa had somehow managed to deliver a self–critique that pleased him in record time.

In the encrypted email was Lisa’s pledge of allegiance, which listed people she had seeded throughout the company on Nicola’s orders, spanning various departments.

Rhett knew Lisa had kept some names to herself, a safety net of sorts, but he had enough to work with. The rest didn’t matter to him.

In light of the gift Kristin had brought him on her first day, Rhett decided to let her off the hook this time and take her out to the executive dining hall for lunch.

But, as fate would have it, Kristin’s phone chose that exact moment to ring.

Kristin shot up and dashed to the side to take the call.

“What are you in the mood for at noon?” James hadn’t left Silvergrove City and was planning to take Kristin to Harborside Haven.

Kristin bit her lip and declined. “We have a cafeteria at the office.”

“After three minutes, meet me downstairs.” James said, giving no room for rejection.

“I’m not going.” Kristin said bravely, refusing.

“Are you sure? The doctor said that I need to be involved in Summer’s treatment plan,” said James, his voice stern.

Kristin intensified the pressure on her lip, turning it pale.

James knew just how to threaten her with Summer.

“You can’t do this,” Kristin attempted to reason with James, but he was not the type to be reasoned with.

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“Come down, don’t make me say it a third time.” With that, James hung up.

Kristin turned back nervously to face Rhett, stuttering, “Mr. FitzGerald, may I go out to

have lunch?”

door, his expression dark

clear who had

instead of returning to Crescendo Town or going to Harborside Haven,

asked, his voice

she had done something wrong again. His moods were unpredictable and

“No… not yet.”

her desk with only a few defiant words, as if telling him she

all you’ve got?” Rhett frowned, clearly displeased, yet

script was elegant yet strong,

looked down nervously, gripping her fingers tightly.

the paper on the desk. Kristin’s reflective essay was a few words that flowed beautifully across the page. Setting aside the content, the handwriting

so so.” Kristin was at a loss

the top scholar. With handwriting like that, the examiners must have been reluctant to

hint of pain in her heart. She

she was incarcerated and expelled from university, her high

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her, repeating her sympathy for

a rare talent. Had her life not been ruined, she would be out

a look. “Move her desk in here. I

assistant for years and had never made it into the CEO’s office. Now Kristin’s small desk was getting a VIP

Rhett said with a raised eyebrow. “And you’re not leaving early! Stay late and work on that

by Rhett

Besides, Kristin didn’t do anything wrong.” York protested, attempting to coax Rhett into letting her go

take her myself. The chefs in the executive dining area are all five–star rated. We’ll bask in your glory.” York

with a glimmer of anticipation. She had heard about the gourmet meals for the executives and was thrilled at the prospect of experiencing it herself.

his face and took a

in Kristin, he

phone, Kristin followed York but paused after a few steps to turn back and ask hesitantly, “Mr. FitzGerald, I have a

struggling to

to seem petty, Rhett slammed his office door shut with

a rough day. He hasn’t eaten anything and had to be induced to vomit by the

that, Kristin and York headed out to experience the executive dining area, leaving the door of Rhett’s office and his dark mood behind

Chapter

Mr. FitzGerald always been such a

grill York for

Sure, Mr. FitzGerald seems all smooth and polite most days, but cross him and you’ll wish you hadn’t. If you ever see that side of him, just run for the hills. Because he

trailing behind York, and texted James. “Gonna grab a bite at the staff canteen, pulling an all–nighter. It’s on the second floor, wanna join? Heard it’s

about to give James any chance for a

the car.

were useless, James clenched

executive assistant

giving Kristin