Chapter 139

Outside the hotel, Randall pulled up in his sleek black sedan.

Hertha stood beside the car, her eyes wide with nervous anticipation as she watched Rhett. “Rhett,” she murmured.

Rhett didn’t even spare Hertha a glance, taking the laptop from Kristin’s hands and opening the car door for her. “Get in.”

Kristin was both flattered and aware that Rhett was using her as a shield, deliberately placing her in the line of fire.

But that was where her value lay.

“Rhett, Can we talk, please?” Hertha trembled with a sob. “You drank too much last night. I was only looking out for you. Can’t you trust me, please?”

Rhett signaled for York to close the car door.

“Ms. Haywood, maybe we should talk after the Harborside Haven project wraps up?” York coaxed in a hushed tone.

Hertha, tears welling in her eyes, stood rooted to the spot as Rhett closed the car door.

“Ms. Haywood, this way” The secretary opened the passenger door, beckoning her to get in.

With a sense of defeat, Hertha climbed into the passenger seat.

“Thirsty? You should drink more water if you’ve got a cold,” Rhett said to Kristin with a tenderness that was almost palpable.

York sat shivering, his legs trembling.

Mr. Fitzgerald was making it painfully obvious, which was all a performance for Hertha.

Hertha had crossed a line with Rhett once again last night.

But there was nothing York could do about it. He hadn’t dared tell Rhett that the video of him and Hertha leaving the same hotel suite had gone viral, now topping the trending searches.

The marriage alliance between the Haywood family and the Fitzgerald family was an unstoppable force.

Even if Rhett was unhappy, there was no way out. For the sake of both families‘ honor, an engagement was inevitable.

Sighing, York gazed out the window, fearing Hertha’s cunning might backfire.

Rhett despised being manipulated or used, and Hertha was being far too transparent.

How could the paparazzi have been so fortunate to capture that moment if not for some premeditated setup?

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lunch, and the banquet might not be to your taste,” Rhett

Rhett in surprise. “Where did you get

Mr. Fitzgerald carrying chocolate.

with a raised

and averted her gaze, staring out

charming. Even a casual joke from him was disconcertingly

tried to calm her nerves, her

in the passenger seat, felt her anger

this on purpose, infuriating Hertha with his calculated indifference.

did it

still have to marry Hertha

at a loss for words.

teeth, wishing Kristin

from sight, but to tarnish her reputation so thoroughly that

repulsed at the

at the project proposal?”

Kristin’s hand with the other, prying her clenched fingers apart.

fists when nervous,

from prying eyes, Rhett held Kristin’s hand firmly, preventing her from causing

tried to steady her breathing as she gazed out the window, her

hope. Or was he always so attentive and caring with every woman?

clear–headed. He was

Vincent arrived early, looking confident and ready to claim victory.”

ignored York’s

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Vincent’s capabilities? What a joke!

in the parking

out and opened

to follow. He even took care to shield her head, concerned she might bump

and the secretary

noticing Hertha’s teary eyes a standing together. “Mr. Fitzgerald,

What concern was

these reporters and media watching, you’re putting Kristin in a tough spot. She’s already under enough scrutiny,” York added, worried for

moment, deciding York had a

actions are all for show to Ms. Haywood. Don’t read too much into it. Sure, Mr. Fitzgerald is handsome, but don’t let your heart wander. Getting emotionally involved is messy, and you’d be

place. Theirs was strictly a business relationship, and

nose tingling as she nodded. “I understand. I’ll remember

and Mr. Fitzgerald appreciates your work. Even if the contract ends early, he’ll likely keep you

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