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?”

at his office door, his expression dark and the air around him heavy with

who had called Kristin.

returning to Crescendo Town or going to

your reflective essay done?” Rhett asked, his voice low and

done something wrong again. His moods were

“No… not yet.”

said, glancing at the paper on her desk with only a few defiant words,

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

elegant yet strong, shockingly beautiful.

nervously, gripping her fingers tightly. Had she upset

he caught sight of the paper on the desk. Kristin’s reflective

so so.” Kristin was at a loss

that, the examiners must have been reluctant to deduct any points,” York said with

in her

incarcerated and expelled from university, her high school

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sympathy for Kristin’s result.

her life not been ruined, she would be out of reach for many by now.

“Move her desk

with his words but did the unbelievable thing that dropped York’s jaw. He had been Rhett’s assistant for years

He lost a bet and said he’d be your runner for three months,” Rhett said with a raised

intimidated by Rhett that it was clear

write it after hours? Besides, Kristin didn’t do anything wrong.” York protested, attempting to coax Rhett into letting her

chefs in the executive dining area are all five–star rated. We’ll bask in

forward with a glimmer of anticipation. She had heard about the gourmet meals

his face and took a deep

Kristin, he couldn’t bring

but paused after a few steps to turn back and

was struggling to

to seem petty, Rhett slammed his office door

eaten anything and had to be induced to vomit by the doctor, so his mood is understandable. Let’s just

dining area, leaving the door

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always been such a moody guy?”

to grill York for more information

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

canteen, pulling an all–nighter. It’s on the second

James any chance for a one–on–one.

the car.

useless, James clenched his

executive assistant was always burning the midnight oil?

giving Kristin