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?

but Rhett caught her wrist again, touching her forehead without any regard

Kristin’s flushed cheeks. “Go rest. Fil have

glanced nervously

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

if he was coming down with something too.

York thought he’d be in a wrathful

was uncanny and more frightening than Rhett

cold medicine,” Rhett

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

glances.

manager asked them to stop her last night?

tears and approached the front desk. My

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

staggering slightly as she entered

head was

as Kristin was in the elevator, Rhett’s soft

which wasn’t an illusion.

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

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

night… Sorry, we thought

his brow,

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

young women at the front desk turned pale, their

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

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

playing a dangerous

Rhett and now dared

this incident. Blacklist them in the industry if necessary,” Rhett glanced at York and walked

night’s incident had hit Rhett’s last

the hotel management

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

his face etched with

hadn’t caught

anyone who gave Kristin a hard time last night gets what

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

have kicked the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to get me any medicines,” York grumbled

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