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.

Kristin glanced at the time, her

sent your photo and ordered us to stop you. Whatever it is you’re up to, it’s no secret. Just leave,” the clerk was adamant about

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there, feeling helpless, Kristin pondered how she

the FitzGerald Group. Here’s my employee badge.” Remembering she had it on her,

turned to their 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 to hold her

finish, Kristin dashed into the elevator and quickly swiped

Stop right there!”

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

1. it.

and the FitzGerald family’s impending union in

Rhett’s position at the FitzGerald Group was precarious. He

last people who wanted Rhett to tie the

doors opened, and Kristin hurried to Rhett’s room, knocking

was no response from inside.

breath tightened as she searched for her key card.

cards and the room number. But as she opened the door, the suite was

called Rhett, but he didn’t answer.

must have booked

Mr. FitzGerald. He’s not in his room. He might be in another one with Hertha. What do I do…” Kristin crouched

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

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

up and dashed out.

stood outside, desperate for an

was close to tears, but now wasn’t the time

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Chapter 132

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

FitzGerald?” Kristin

you know the deal between Rhett and

clenched her fists. “I need

you’re just an assistant,” Hertha said with a laugh. “Meddling in the boss‘ personal life is not so cool,

aren’t married yet. I need to see Mr. FitzGerald.” Kristin

a severity that cut through the air, “Rhett’s position at the firm is far more precarious than you seem to understand. Marrying me