When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 137

“Seriously?” Kristin was tinged with disbelief with a hint of denial nestled in the curve of her words.

“You’re not considering marrying me into the Haywood family, are you?” Rhett lounged on the couch, his question floating through the air with a casual detachment.

Kristin hung open her mouth, a silent gap before words finally found their way out. “Mr. FitzGerald, at this juncture, an alliance with the Haywood family would be most advantageous for your position in the FitzGerald Group.”

“Do I need to auction off my marital bliss for a more secure standing?” Rhett shot back, his tone laced with a touch of irony.

A sharp breath of cool air escaped Kristin, the realization striking her that perhaps. It wasn’t entirely necessary. “But it would smooth over a lot of complications.”

“And what would be the point of our partnership then?” Rhett couldn’t help the naivety of Kristin’s little schemes. When would she get a clue?

Panic flickered in Kristin’s eyes.

but want to laugh at

Rhett implied that if he were to join fortunes with the Haywood family, her presence would be rendered obsolete. And it seemed so very true.

The Haywood family could offer a permanent solution, which was something she couldn’t provide.

Tears reddened her eyes as she looked down at her hands. “Then… when do you plan to divorce me. Mr. FitzGerald?”

What was she to do? Was this the end of her relationship with Rhett? Fear clawed at her heart.

Adrienne was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Without Rhett, who would shield her

from the storm?

“If you don’t want to lose your worth, take good care of me,” Rhett teased, urging her to be more astute. The next time she saw Hertha lurking around, Kristin would better protect him well.

The scare from the night before and the prospect of failing Rhett again brought Kristin closer to tears. Was he reproaching her for not keeping him safe?

“Okay. Mr. FitzGerald, I understand.” From now on, she would test Rhett’s drinks for poison first.

She would intercept any drink Rhett shouldn’t have and take the sip herself.

Rhett eyed Kristin skeptically. Did she get it or was she just pretending? Why did her expression carry such pain? Had the previous night’s events truly frightened her?

“Alright, go to sleep.” Rhett finally said, dropping the playful banter and giving her permission to

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rest.

furthest thing from Kristin’s mind

covers.

She fell into a deep slumber, comforted by Rhett’s familiar scent

away from the world,

through a video conference, silent

wanting to disturb Kristin, he kept the volume low.

taken aback. “Mr. FitzGerald, this afternoon’s bidding will be fierce.

responded with

FitzGerald, for the

was punctuated by a

a hushing gesture to

of the call.

staff were stunned. It was clear that Rhett was in a

to the bedside, gently pulling down the blankets with a tender smile. “You know, you will suffocate under there,”

go,” Kristin pleaded from within her cocoon of blankets. tormented by

most despairing was that Clarence abandoned her to the mercy of a stranger’s vile intentions.

Rhett’s eyes with a twinge of pain at his

he met Kristin sooner to protect her?

one to know her first instead of Vincent, perhaps she wouldn’t have had

Rhett soothed, his voice

room was shrouded in silence. They couldn’t see what was happening, but they could faintly hear Rhett’s comforting tone, so

It was shocking.

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Group for years, they had never witnessed this side of

about Mr. FitzGerald and Hertha entering

staffers giggled quietly. “Ms. Haywood is lucky to

smitten.

a decent family after

his usual frosty demeanor. “All departments will submit their reports to their supervisors for review. The Vice President of Operations is retiring, so send the reports to me. As for the succession, think about who you’d recommend and

Upon his return,

thought he could use the company to threaten

see.

In Hertha’s room.

here, claiming you took care of Mr. FitzGerald all night. He is very pleased.”

the FitzGerald family and join the company. I’ll

here’s to you, the future CEO’s wife,” replied Randall, always the smooth talker.

digging into last night’s fiasco. It’s only a matter of time before he traces it back to you. You’ve gotta know what to spill. and what to keep under wraps,” Hertha cautioned Randall