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

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

nervously at

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

wondering if he was coming down with something

thought he’d be in

this was uncanny and more frightening than Rhett in a

Rhett turned, his voice icy.

felt a cold 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

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

had their manager asked them to stop her

wiped away her tears and approached the

receptionist, terrified, quickly handed over her ID.

left without a word, staggering slightly as she entered the

head was

as Kristin was in the elevator,

himself, which

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

front desk?” Rhett

Sorry, we thought Ms.

furrowed his brow, his patience

whore.” the receptionist blurted out, trembling. “Mr. FitzGerald, it wasn’t our fault, we didn’t know

women at

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

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous

targeted Rhett and now dared to mess with

in this incident. Blacklist them in the industry if necessary,” Rhett

night’s incident

management but lawsuits and a permanent ban from the hospitality

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

said, his face etched

York hadn’t

pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who

FitzGerald Group was personally going

during our last business trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and