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

flushed cheeks. “Go rest. Fil have breakfast sent up.”

glanced nervously at

in the afternoon.

forehead, wondering if he was coming down with something

thought he’d be in a

and more frightening than Rhett

some cold medicine,” Rhett turned, his voice

was the Mr. Fitzgerald he was familiar with. But why was it that he was so chilly

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

them

and approached

quickly handed over her ID. “I’m

a word, staggering slightly as she entered

was

the elevator, Rhett’s soft gaze

which

“Mr. FitzGerald…”

ID at the front desk?” Rhett demanded, his voice

night… Sorry, we thought Ms. Turner was…”

furrowed his brow, his patience

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

Rhett’s gaze turned frostier and the two young women at the front

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

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

a dangerous

targeted Rhett and now dared to mess with

and sue those involved in this incident. Blacklist them in the industry

York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s incident had

for the hotel management but lawsuits

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

said, his

go,” York hadn’t caught up

warned, pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who gave Kristin a hard time last night gets what they deserve.”

lost. Their formidable CEO of the FitzGerald Group was personally going to get medicine

bucket, and you didn’t even bother to