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?

to leave, but Rhett caught her wrist again, touching her forehead without any regard for the onlookers, checking for a fever.

noticed Kristin’s flushed cheeks.

nervously at the

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

wondering if he was coming down with something

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

more frightening than

some cold medicine,” Rhett turned, his voice icy.

it that he was so

reception staff were petrified, nervously exchanging glances. Was this woman… really

manager asked them to stop her last

approached the front desk.

receptionist, terrified, quickly handed over

left without a word, staggering slightly

was spinning.

as Kristin was in the elevator, Rhett’s soft gaze turned

which wasn’t an illusion.

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

ID at the front desk?” Rhett

receptionist hesitated. “Last night… Sorry,

Rhett furrowed his brow, his

“Mr. FitzGerald, it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t know

the two young women at the front desk

her. He

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous game.

now dared

sue those involved in this incident. Blacklist them in the industry if necessary,” Rhett glanced at York

realizing last night’s incident had

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

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

said, his face

I’ll go,” York hadn’t caught

“Make sure anyone who gave Kristin a hard time

the FitzGerald Group was

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