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.

from Kristin’s mind as she curled up, shivering beneath

covers.

her quickly. She fell into a deep slumber, comforted

Kristin hid herself away from the world, her mind

Rhett sat through a video conference, silent as a

to disturb Kristin, he kept the volume

“Mr. FitzGerald, this afternoon’s bidding will be fierce. Several companies are strong contenders,” they said,

merely responded with a faint

for the next

was punctuated by a distressed whimper, her voice tinged

made a hushing gesture to the people on the other

of the call.

was clear that Rhett was in a

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

from within her cocoon of

dark dreams. The most despairing was that Clarence abandoned her to the mercy of

with a twinge

met Kristin sooner to protect her?

been the one to know her first instead of Vincent, perhaps she

soothed,

room was shrouded in silence. They couldn’t see

It was shocking.

07:00:

years, they

about Mr. FitzGerald and Hertha entering the hotel together

quietly. “Ms. Haywood is lucky to have

smitten.

a decent family after

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 we’ll

spoke with a hint of deeper intent. Upon his return, he

to threaten him. Well, he’d just have to wait and

see.

In Hertha’s room.

informed Holcomb of the situation here, claiming you took care of Mr.

I marry into the FitzGerald family and join the company. I’ll make sure to promote you.”

future CEO’s wife,” replied Randall, always the

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