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?

caught her wrist again, touching

expression darkened as he noticed Kristin’s flushed cheeks. “Go rest. Fil have breakfast sent up.”

glanced nervously at the time.

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

touched his forehead, wondering if he was coming down

just been played and York thought he’d be in

frightening than Rhett in a murderous

medicine,” Rhett turned, his voice icy.

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

nervously exchanging glances. Was this woman… really Mr. FitzGerald’s assistant?

them to stop her

wiped away her tears and approached the front desk. My 10,

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

a word, staggering slightly as she entered

head was

soon as Kristin was in the elevator, Rhett’s soft

himself, which

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

front desk?”

hesitated. “Last night… Sorry, we thought Ms. Turner was…”

brow, his patience wearing

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

turned frostier and the two young women at the front desk

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

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a

dared to mess with Kristin.

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

York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s

for the hotel management but

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

his face

I’ll go,” York hadn’t caught

sure anyone who gave Kristin

Group

trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to