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

Chapter 135

“Come with me. Mr. FitzGerald is blowing a gasket.” York sighed, beckoning Kristin to follow

him.

Kristin dabbed at her tears to compose herself and followed York, her head bowed.

“What’s the deal with you? What were you up to last night? Got a guilty conscience?” As soon as they entered the hotel, the receptionist from last night spotted Kristin and stormed over, fuming. “That ID of yours was a fake, wasn’t it?”

Kristin said nothing and just kept her head down.

York frowned, about to ask what was going on when Rhett stepped out of the elevator.

The receptionist hurried over. “Mr. FitzGerald, did you sleep well last night?”

Rhett’s face darkened, his gaze locked onto Kristin. Kristin, too scared to meet his eyes, stood there awkwardly.

Ignoring everyone else, Rhett made a beeline for Kristin. She bit her lip nervously and took a retreat step, her hands anxiously clasped together.

With a low and oppressive voice, Rhett lifted Kristin’s hair.

She felt a burning touch where his fingertips met her skin and tried to dodge, but Rhett caught her wrist.

“Where did you go?” Rhett was oppressive.

Tears welled up in Kristin’s eyes, her voice hoarse with unspoken grievances. “I’m sorry. I couldn’t find you. It’s all my fault…”

She was crying now, scared to let Rhett know the truth, so she lied. “I’m sorry, please don’t fire

me.”

Kristin tried hard not to cry, but she was terrified and afraid that Rhett didn’t want her anymore. She really needed him now.

“Fire you? Why?” Rhett murmured, his intimidating aura visibly dissipating almost with a hint of relief.

York was dumbfounded. What had gotten into Mr. FitzGerald?

“I couldn’t find you last night.” Kristin continued through her tears.

Rhett softened his voice. “Alright, go freshen up.

York was speechless. Was he hallucinating? Why was Rhett’s tone so tender with Kristin, as if dripping with honey?

nodded and moved to leave, but Rhett caught her wrist again, touching her forehead

expression darkened as he noticed Kristin’s flushed cheeks. “Go rest.

glanced nervously at

until two in the afternoon. It’s only half–past seven

touched his forehead, wondering if he was coming down

thought he’d be in a wrathful state.

uncanny and more frightening than Rhett in

medicine,” Rhett turned, his voice icy.

Mr. Fitzgerald he was familiar with. But why was it that he was so chilly and imposing towards him, yet showed such gentleness to Kristin? In his mind. York couldn’t help but grapple with the

staff were petrified, nervously exchanging glances.

their manager asked them to

her tears and approached the front desk. My 10,

receptionist, terrified, quickly handed over her ID. “I’m

left without a word, staggering slightly as she entered the

was spinning.

as Kristin was in the elevator, Rhett’s soft gaze turned icy.

which wasn’t an

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

ID at the front desk?” Rhett demanded, his voice heavy.

receptionist hesitated. “Last night… Sorry, we

Rhett furrowed his brow, his

FitzGerald, it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t

frostier and the two young women at the

her. He said she might be a whore,” the

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Rhett scoffed.

was playing a

targeted Rhett and now dared to mess with

the industry if necessary,”

FitzGerald!” York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s incident had hit Rhett’s last nerve.

unemployment for the hotel management but lawsuits and a permanent ban from the hospitality

Where

his face etched

York hadn’t caught

anyone who gave Kristin a hard time

momentarily lost. Their formidable CEO of the FitzGerald Group was personally going to get medicine for

the bucket, and you didn’t even