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?

to leave, but Rhett caught her wrist again, touching her forehead without any regard for the

flushed cheeks.

Kristin glanced nervously

afternoon. It’s

wondering if he was coming down with something too.

thought he’d be

was uncanny and more frightening

medicine,” Rhett turned, his

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.

exchanging glances. Was this woman… really

their manager asked them

approached

terrified, quickly handed over her

without a word, staggering slightly

was spinning.

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

himself, which wasn’t

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

Kristin’s ID at the front desk?”

Sorry,

Rhett furrowed his brow, his patience

it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t know Ms. Turner was your assistant.”

two young women at the front desk turned pale, their

a photo and told us to stop her. He said she

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous game.

now dared

incident. Blacklist them in the industry if necessary,” Rhett glanced at

York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s incident had hit Rhett’s last

management

floor. Where are you going?” York asked, his voice

said, his face etched with

York hadn’t caught up yet.

York. “Make sure anyone who gave Kristin a hard time last night gets what they deserve.”

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

kicked the bucket, and

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