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?

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

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

nervously at the

don’t leave until two in the afternoon. It’s only

wondering if he

been played and York thought

uncanny and more frightening than Rhett in a murderous

cold medicine,” Rhett turned,

spine. This firm and impersonal demeanor – that was the Mr. Fitzgerald he was familiar with. But why was it that he was

glances. Was

them to stop her

tears and approached the front desk. My

receptionist, terrified, quickly handed over her

a word, staggering slightly as she entered the

was

as Kristin was in the elevator,

pinched himself, which wasn’t an illusion.

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

Kristin’s ID at the front

Sorry, we thought

brow, his patience wearing

blurted out, trembling. “Mr. FitzGerald, it wasn’t our

turned frostier and the two young women at the front desk turned

told us to stop her. He said she might be a whore,” the

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

was playing a dangerous

dared to

them in the industry

night’s

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

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

his face etched with concern.

I’ll go,” York hadn’t caught

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

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

our last business trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to get me any medicines,” York grumbled with a note of jealousy.