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.

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

covers.

her awake, but exhaustion claimed her quickly. She fell into a deep slumber, comforted by Rhett’s familiar scent that lingered in the room and

the blankets, Kristin hid herself away from the

a video

disturb Kristin, he kept the volume

conference room, the senior staff were taken aback. “Mr. FitzGerald, this afternoon’s bidding will be fierce. Several companies

responded with

the next quarter’s

by a

shot a worried glance her way and made a hushing

of the call.

was clear that Rhett was in a hotel and there

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

me, Clarence. Please don’t go,” Kristin pleaded from

despairing was that Clarence abandoned her to the

flickered in Rhett’s eyes with a twinge of pain at his heart.

he met Kristin

one to know her first instead of

afraid, I’m here,” Rhett soothed, his

shrouded in silence. They

It was shocking.

07:00:

years, they had never witnessed this side of

news. Reporters have been buzzing about Mr. FitzGerald and Hertha

“Ms. Haywood is lucky to have Mr. FitzGerald so

smitten.

family after

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

return, he would begin a thorough cleanse

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. FitzGerald all night. He is very pleased.” Randall reported over

marry into the FitzGerald family and join the company. I’ll make sure

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

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