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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banquet might not be to your taste,” Rhett said to Kristin, unfazed by the others, as he handed

Rhett in surprise. “Where did you get this?”

seen Mr.

Rhett quipped with

and averted her gaze,

face was devilishly charming. Even a casual

to calm her nerves, her back turned

in the passenger seat, felt her

infuriating

did it matter?

marry Hertha willingly

a

clenched her teeth, wishing Kristin would

to come up with a plan to erase Kristin completely, not just from sight, but to tarnish her reputation so thoroughly that she’d be

wanted Rhett to feel repulsed at

we should take another look at the project proposal?” York suggested cautiously, passing the document to

secretly holding Kristin’s

always clenched her fists when nervous, her nails digging into her

was as if Rhett could see through these self–destructive habits. In a place hidden from prying eyes, Rhett held Kristin’s hand firmly, preventing her from causing herself any more

gazed out the window,

not keep giving her false hope. Or was

He was Rhett,

Nicola and Vincent arrived early, looking confident

ignored York’s comment.

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Vincent’s capabilities?

stopped in the parking

and opened the door

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

and the secretary

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

What concern was it of

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

for a moment, deciding York had a point, and headed

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

her place. Theirs was strictly a

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

high hopes for you, and Mr. Fitzgerald appreciates your work. 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