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

Chapter 132

Standing anxiously in place, Kristin frantically dialed York’s number. “York, Mr. FitzGerald is plastered. Hertha and the secretary drove him back. I bought some hangover pills and am now hailing a cab back to the hotel. Can you meet me?”

“Kristin, I’m not at the hotel. Mr. FitzGerald had me run some errands out of town and I won’t be back until early tomorrow.” York sounded worried. “You better get back quickly.”

Kristin flagged down a taxi, but it was tough to catch one at the roadside. Restlessly, she started running towards the hotel.

After about five minutes, Kristin finally managed to hail a cab.

“To the Diamond Crest Hotel, please. Can you make it quick?”

The cab driver was on it, stepping on the gas as soon as she got in.

After paying the fare, Kristin sprinted into the hotel and headed for the elevator.

“Excuse me, madam, are you staying with us? We need to verify your identity. Could you please bring your ID to the front desk for a check?”

Kristin froze her stride. Although she hadn’t stayed in a hotel for six years, her time apart from society while in prison had taught her that hotels didn’t typically re–check a guest’s identity.

Clearly, this was a deliberate stall.

“I have my key card.” Kristin showed the card briefly.

“Sorry, we still need to verify your identity.”

“My ID is in my room,” Kristin said, trying to move past.

“Sorry, without proper identification, we can’t let you go. We’re currently cracking down on whores, and you don’t seem quite the part,” the front desk clerk said with a sneer.

Kristin was furious but had no time to argue. “Then call the police.” With that, she tried to enter the elevator.

The front desk clerk grabbed Kristin with an angry look. “Our manager said you’re not allowed in. Are you shameless? Everyone upstairs knows why you’re here. If you have any dignity,

leave now.”

“What am I here for?” Kristin demanded.

“Aren’t you a whore? Stop pretending,” the clerk rolled her eyes dismissively.

manager said that?” Kristin glanced at the time, her eyes welling up in desperation.

Whatever it is you’re up to, it’s no

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feeling helpless, Kristin pondered how she

badge.” Remembering she had it on her, she pulled it out for them to see.

department manager. “Um, she claims she’s the executive assistant. But what about Manager Donald’s instructions… could there be a mix–up? Manager Donald told us

into the elevator and quickly swiped her key card for her floor.

Stop right there!”

a sigh of relief. She knew this must be Hertha’s doing, making things difficult for her on purpose. But she

1. it.

driver knew about the Haywood family and the FitzGerald family’s impending union in

attitude towards Rhett, Rhett’s position at the FitzGerald Group

and Vincent were probably the last people who wanted Rhett to

elevator doors opened, and Kristin hurried to

no response

breath tightened as she searched for

leaving the hotel York had given her both cards and the room number. But as she opened the door,

but he didn’t

have booked

Mr. FitzGerald. He’s not in his room. He might be in another one with Hertha. What do I do…” Kristin crouched on the floor, her voice quivering with

found it, Hertha is in room 80269. Go there quickly.” York urged from

would have devoured Rhett with her eyes if she could. If Kristin didn’t act fast, Rhett would surely be at

got up and dashed

desperate for an

to tears, but now wasn’t

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Chapter 132

persistent knocking, Hertha cracked open the door. Wrapped in a towel, with hair damp, she opened just

Kristin

to rest,” Hertha said with a smile. “Kris, you know the deal between Rhett and

her fists. “I need to

laugh. “Meddling in the boss‘ personal life is not so cool, right? Now, you better get some rest. I’ll take care of

FitzGerald.” Kristin

“Kristin,” she began, her voice tinged with a severity that cut through the air, “Rhett’s position at the firm is far more precarious than you seem to understand. Marrying me is