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

Chapter 142

In a hotel room.

Rhett sat at the desk, glancing towards Kristin who hesitated in the corridor, too timid to approach.

“Take your medicine,” he said, sliding a glass of water with the dissolved pill towards her.

Kristin, nervously hiding behind a partition until she heard Rhett’s voice, walked over with her head down.

“Do you feel like resting here, or would you like to check out the town?” Rhett remembered Kristin had once mentioned she loved the seaside view from Harborside Haven.

A spark lit up in Kristin’s eyes as she tightly clutched the water glass. Although she struggled to express herself, her eyes never lied. Whether she liked something or not, it was always apparent at a glance.

That was why when Rhett first met her at a Fitzgerald family gathering, he thought her eyes shone with a naive clarity.

“Feeling any cooler?” Rhett stood and touched her forehead.

Kristin stiffened but didn’t pull away.

“Still a bit warm. Take the medicine and rest a bit. Later, we can go see the coastal night view,” Rhett said and leaned on the desk, watching her.

She nervously gulped down the medicine in one go.

“Here,” Rhett said, handing her a bottle of water from the desk, having already unscrewed the cap for her.

Kristin, grimacing from the bitter taste, was about to take a sip when Rhett suddenly frowned and took the bottle back.

He had a thing about cleanliness and was very particular about hotel’amenities. The cap had come off too easily, meaning the bottle had been tampered with. He inspected it closely and sniffed the contents, his expression darkening. “There’s something wrong with this water.”

Kristin stared at him, shocked. “Wrong? Is it dirty?” She thought Rhett was just being overly fastidious. “I’ll get a fresh one.”

“Smell this,” he urged, holding the bottle to her nose.

She sniffed and her eyes widened in alarm. “There’s definitely something off. It smells sour.”

Good water wouldn’t smell sour even if it was past its expiration date.

This wasn’t water.

Rhett furrowed his brow, motioning for her to be silent. He grabbed two sugar packets from

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near the coffee machine before guiding her into the bathroom.

Kristin watched, curious about what he was planning.

and poured them into an ashtray, then added

sulfuric acid,” Rhett said,

gasped, covering her mouth. “Sulfuric acid?”

disastrous from severe damage to her throat to a life–threatening emergency.

as he screwed the cap back on and stepped out of the bathroom to

and set up makeshift cameras in

York advised, glancing

nodded dumbly, aware that they were trying

a limited number of staff had been in and out of the room. It wouldn’t be fair to accuse

have been too panicked to consider keeping the water bottle as evidence for the

because simply flushing the bottle down the toilet would

scared,” Rhett reassured

whether the person behind this was targeting her or

room was booked under Kristin’s name, could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the

as he felt a wave of retrospective fear.

happened! Call

shouts filled the air, his hands apparently

the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald,

left, a housekeeper who had been lurking in the hallway

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still–open room, searching for the

poured the contents into the

came from the doorway,

housekeeper went pale, almost

to this? You’ve got some nerve to harm Mr.

shook with fury. This was a criminal offense.

do anything. I just saw the door

the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go

the underground parking

the car, still

asked, pulling her close.

up at Rhett, feeling the aftershock of the incident.

Rhett was

first.

to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He couldn’t risk Kristin’s

Nicola, and then this attempt on her life, a warning from

snorted coldly, flexing his fingers.

become too comfortable within

Kristin nodded stiffly.

had been looking forward to seeing the seaside night view with Rhett.