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?

her wrist again, touching her forehead without any regard for the

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

glanced nervously at the

the afternoon. It’s only half–past seven now,” Rhett explained

forehead, wondering if he was coming down

just been played and York thought he’d be in a wrathful state.

and more frightening

medicine,” Rhett turned, his

his spine. This firm and impersonal demeanor – that was the 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 seeming injustice of it all.

nervously exchanging glances. Was this woman…

manager asked them to stop

wiped away her tears and approached the front desk. My

handed over her

a word, staggering slightly as

was

Kristin was in the

which wasn’t

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

front desk?” Rhett

receptionist hesitated. “Last night… Sorry, we thought

his brow, his

out, trembling. “Mr. FitzGerald, it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t know Ms. Turner was your assistant.”

gaze turned frostier and the two young women at

us a photo and told us to stop her. He said she might be a whore,” the receptionist mumbled, head bowed.

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous game.

dared to

in the industry if necessary,” Rhett glanced at York and walked out

FitzGerald!” York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s incident had

meant not only unemployment for the hotel management but lawsuits and a permanent ban

FitzGerald, your dining area is on the second floor. Where are you going?” York asked, his voice filled with anxiety.

get medicine,” Rhett said, his face etched

York hadn’t

pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who gave Kristin a hard time last

Their formidable CEO of the FitzGerald Group was personally going to get medicine for his assistant.

trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to get me any medicines,” York grumbled