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?

again, touching her

flushed cheeks. “Go rest. Fil

Kristin glanced nervously at the time.

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

wondering if he was coming down with something

just been played and York thought

this was uncanny and more frightening than Rhett

medicine,” Rhett turned,

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 him, yet showed such gentleness to Kristin? In his mind. York couldn’t help but grapple

were petrified, nervously exchanging glances. Was

their manager asked them to stop

approached the

over her ID. “I’m

slightly as she entered the elevator.

head was

as 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 desk?” Rhett demanded, his

hesitated. “Last night… Sorry,

furrowed his brow, his

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

the two young women at the front

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

Chapter 135

Rhett scoffed.

was playing a dangerous

dared to

this incident. Blacklist them in the industry

York inhaled sharply, realizing last night’s

the hotel management but lawsuits and a permanent ban from

is on the second floor. Where are you

Rhett said, his face etched with concern.

go,” York hadn’t caught up

warned, pointing at York. “Make sure anyone who gave Kristin a hard time last

was momentarily lost. Their formidable CEO of the FitzGerald Group

during our last business trip, I was so sick I could have kicked the bucket, and you didn’t even bother to get me any