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?

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

darkened as he noticed Kristin’s flushed cheeks. “Go

glanced nervously at

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

wondering if he was coming down

thought he’d

frightening than Rhett in a murderous

cold medicine,” Rhett turned,

shiver run down his spine. This firm and impersonal demeanor – that was the Mr. Fitzgerald he was familiar with. But why was it that he was so chilly and imposing towards

were petrified, nervously exchanging glances.

manager asked them to stop her last

approached the front desk.

terrified, quickly handed over

word, staggering slightly as

head was

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

himself, which wasn’t an

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

was Kristin’s ID at the front

hesitated. “Last night… Sorry, we thought

brow, his patience wearing thin.

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

young women at the front

to stop her. He said she might be a whore,” the receptionist mumbled, head bowed.

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous game.

and now dared

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

last night’s

for the hotel management but lawsuits and

on the second floor. Where are you going?”

his

go,” York hadn’t caught up yet.

handle the hotel situation,” Rhett warned, pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who gave Kristin

FitzGerald Group was personally going to get medicine

the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to get me