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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You skipped lunch, and the banquet might not be to your taste,” Rhett said to Kristin, unfazed by the others, as he handed her

Rhett in surprise. “Where did

hadn’t seen Mr.

Rhett quipped with

blushed and averted her gaze, staring out

charming. Even a casual joke from

Kristin tried to calm

in the passenger seat, felt

purpose, infuriating

did it

to marry Hertha willingly or

was at a

wishing Kristin would just

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

wanted Rhett to feel repulsed at the mere

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

one hand, while secretly holding Kristin’s hand with the other, prying

clenched her fists when nervous, her nails digging into her palms.

habits. In a place hidden from prying eyes, Rhett

her breathing as she gazed out the window, her cheeks

false hope. Or was he always

clear–headed. He was Rhett, after

the team at the venue says Nicola and Vincent arrived early, looking confident and ready

ignored York’s

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Vincent’s capabilities? What a

stopped in the parking lot.

out and opened the door for

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

and the secretary

softly, noticing Hertha’s teary eyes a standing together. “Mr. Fitzgerald, that’s enough. Ms. Haywood is crying.”

What concern was it

in a tough spot.

had a point, and headed straight for the

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

her place. Theirs was strictly a business relationship, and she shouldn’t get confused and

tingling as she nodded. “I

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 is here, we’ll live the