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 excused himself, sensing

Haywood family paid a visit to the FitzGerald family today to see Holcomb. Rhett is bound to marry Hertha sooner or later. If you stay with

thought she had long since lost her temper. But it was more about not daring to show it without

perhaps been too indulgent with Kristin lately, which made her lose touch with reality.

how Kristin was and he had known it six years

had been more pragmatic, she wouldn’t have chosen

back.

in

do? He just liked Kristin the way she was. Even if she had lost all her edges, she

time to wait for her to

would be safe for her but by his side.

FitzGerald Corp quite a lot lately.” Vincent remarked as he walked into the

his voice deep. Even if Vincent had objections, he

together. Adrienne will be out soon, and do you think the Haywood family would accept your relationship with Kristin?” Vincent clenched his fists, but he needed

rising and approaching Vincent.

double game, fueling

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he was right. In the face of absolute interests, the Haywood

would mean breaking off the engagement. A

off a business marriage just because James

were understood by all

the Turner

playing to hook Rhett and have him so protective

means. How long can he keep her?” Ruby stood at the doorway, her

Clarence was silent.

well that Kristin was out for revenge against the Turner family and

Vincent.

stay by Rhett’s side

that she had to

“Forget about the FitzGerald family, who in Silvergrove City would

marry her,” Hertha breezed into the room, her laughter sweet as apple pie.

at Hertha.

been cozying up to Holcomb, aiming to tie

pegged for

clear. Married off the older mistress to Rhett and the younger one to James. They planned to get their hooks into two of the big fishes in business.

Ms. Haywood here today.?” Ruby inquired with

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instead. He seemed to have just jetted back into town. Since we’ll be family soon,

and Ruby were like oil and

at the Haywood family’s hungry look while the Haywood family scoffed at the Turner