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

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At the FitzGerald Group.

Kristin sat at the table, listlessly picking at her fruit salad seemingly without an appetite.

“Eat up, you’re too skinny. If you’re gonna survive as Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant, you better be ready for a whirlwind,” York muttered under his breath, ribbing his boss.

Kristin just nodded and forced a few more bites of her cherries and strawberries.

It seemed she was only interested in the sweetest parts of her plate.

James, across the table, was eyeballing a plain grilled chicken breast, utterly devoid of any dressing.

He couldn’t be bothered to pick up his knife, instead reaching over with his fork to snag some fruit from Kristin’s plate. It was a move that was borderline flirtatious.

In truth, James was purposely goading Rhett.

Everyone knew Rhett had a thing about cleanliness, and James was just throwing down the gauntlet, which was a challenge Rhett would never take up.

“Mr. FitzGerald, I heard you’re a bit of a germophobe. In all these years, aside from Hertha, you haven’t touched a woman, have you?” James prodded as Rhett darkened his face.

“Focus on your food, okay? Carter’s upbringing seems a tad lax,” Rhett frowned.

Kristin tightened her grip on her fork. Rhett hadn’t denied his involvement with Hertha. It appeared to be true.

“Hertha is quite the catch, compliant and low–key,” James said coolly, his words still laced with provocation.

“What a pity then! You’re set to marry her sister. If you’re regretful, you could always bring it up with the Haywood family,” Rhett said, setting down his glass and wiping his hands. “Enjoy your meal.”

With that, he stood and left.

“I… I’m done too. I should get back to work,” Kristin said, dropping her fork and standing abruptly.

James frowned. “It’s not even time to clock in yet, is it?”

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“I need to work overtime.” Kristin was eager to leave.

“Kristin, how long are you going to keep this up with me?” James grabbed her wrist.

“It’s not like that.” Kristin stammered, trying to pull away.

quickly

bound to marry Hertha sooner or later. If you stay with the FitzGerald Corp,

thought she had long since lost her temper. But it was more about not daring

and had perhaps been too indulgent with

Kristin was and he had known it six years ago.

been more pragmatic, she wouldn’t have chosen prison over him

back.

his temples in

Kristin the way she was. Even if

a hurry. He had time

for her but

Vincent

deep. Even if Vincent had objections, he would

the Haywood family would accept your relationship with Kristin?” Vincent clenched his fists, but he needed James‘ cooperation right

rising and approaching Vincent. “That is the difference between you and Rhett. You’ve never reached

fueling the

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was right. In the face of absolute interests, the Haywood family had no

the Haywood family didn’t approve of James and Kristin, it would mean breaking off the

the Haywood family wouldn’t call off a business marriage just because James had

were understood by all

the Turner family.

seething. “What kind of game is Kristin playing to hook

despicable means. How long can he keep her?” Ruby stood at the doorway, her voice breaking. “Clarence, I

Clarence was silent.

knew too well that Kristin was out for revenge against the Turner

Vincent.

why would she stay by Rhett’s side and keep

now that she had to

the FitzGerald family, who in Silvergrove City would

room, her laughter sweet as apple pie. “I’m the one he’s got

at Hertha.

cozying up

Rhett pegged

the older mistress to Rhett and the younger one to James. They planned to get their hooks into two of the

Haywood here today.?” Ruby inquired with a hint

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swung by the FitzGerald Group earlier to catch Phett, but bumped into Vincent instead. He seemed to have just jetted back into town. Since we’ll be family soon, rd drop by to see you,” Hertha was all pleasantries in her tone with the undercurrent

like oil

hungry look while the Haywood family scoffed at the Turner family for rescuing a sickly and ignorant girl, making them the