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?”

his expression dark and the

was clear who had called

Town or going to Harborside Haven, solely to keep pestering

essay done?” Rhett asked, his voice low and

and wondered if she had done something wrong again. His moods were unpredictable and hard to gauge.

“No… not yet.”

the paper on her desk with only a few defiant words, as if telling him she did nothing

got?” Rhett frowned, clearly displeased, yet his gaze lingered on her handwriting.

was elegant yet strong, shockingly beautiful.

gripping her fingers tightly. Had she

in, “Kristin, your work efficiency is way too low!” He began to scold her on Rhett’s behalf, but his words trailed off as he caught sight of 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 was stunning, even more appealing than that found in calligraphy workbooks. “Kristin, your writing is really beautiful.”

was at a loss

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

a hint of pain in her heart. She once stood shining brightly on high

from university, her high

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sympathy for

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

a look. “Move her

been Rhett’s assistant for years and had

lunch. He lost a bet and said he’d be your runner for three months,” Rhett said with a raised eyebrow. “And you’re not leaving early! Stay late and work on that reflective essay!”

was so intimidated by Rhett that it

York protested, attempting to coax

here. I’ll 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

his face and

the sight of anticipation in Kristin, he couldn’t bring himself

phone, Kristin followed York but paused after a few steps to turn back and

was struggling to

yourself!” Not wanting to seem petty, Rhett slammed his office door shut with a bang.

his head. “Mr. FitzGerald had a rough day. He hasn’t eaten anything and had to be induced to vomit by the doctor, so his mood is understandable. Let’s just enjoy our

Kristin and York headed out to experience the executive dining area, leaving the door

Chapter

Mr. FitzGerald always been such a

York for

when he really blows his top. 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 can be

bite at the staff canteen, pulling an all–nighter. It’s on the second floor, wanna

wasn’t about to give James any chance for a one–on–one.

the car.

clenched his teeth in

late again! What kind of executive assistant was always burning

Kristin