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

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

surprise. “Where did you

seen Mr. Fitzgerald carrying chocolate.

Rhett quipped with

averted her gaze, staring out the window instead.

devilishly charming. Even a casual joke

to calm her nerves, her back turned

the passenger seat, felt her anger brewing like a storm.

infuriating Hertha

did it matter?

to marry Hertha willingly or not.

was at a loss

teeth, wishing

not just from sight, but to tarnish her reputation so thoroughly that she’d be forced to leave Silvergrove City

Rhett to feel repulsed at the mere mention

another look at the project proposal?” York suggested cautiously, passing

it with one hand, while secretly holding Kristin’s hand with the other, prying her clenched fingers

clenched her fists when nervous, her nails digging

Rhett could see through these self–destructive habits. In a place hidden from prying eyes, Rhett held

her breathing as she gazed out the window, her cheeks

false hope. Or was he always

stay clear–headed. He was Rhett, after all.

at the venue says Nicola and Vincent arrived early, looking

ignored York’s comment.

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capabilities? What

stopped in the

opened the door

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

and the secretary

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

a withering look. What concern

putting Kristin in a

moment, deciding York had a point, and headed straight

breathed a sigh of relief, pulling Kristin aside. “Mr. Fitzgerald’s 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 the one getting hurt in

a business

her lip, her nose tingling as she

Even if the contract ends early, he’ll likely keep you on at Fitzgerald Group. Your best days are ahead. Work hard. Let’s collaborate well. As long as Mr. Fitzgerald is here, we’ll live the good