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.

then added the bottled water. The sugar turned black and bubbled up with

acid,” Rhett said, his

her mouth.

drunk that, the consequences could have been disastrous from severe

cap back on and stepped

makeshift cameras

natural,” York advised, glancing at Kristin.

dumbly, aware that they were trying to catch the

had been in and out of the room. It wouldn’t be fair to accuse anyone without evidence.

Kristin had been harmed, everyone would have been too panicked to consider

crime scene to cover their tracks, because simply

Rhett

person behind this

York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the bottle for Kristin today, it

he felt a wave of retrospective fear.

happened! Call

shouts filled the air, his hands apparently covered

were smeared with ‘blood‘ as she pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to Kristin?” Rhett’s

York and the others left, a housekeeper who had been lurking in the

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still–open room, searching for the open bottle of

contents into the toilet.

from the doorway,

housekeeper went pale, almost

up! Who put you up to this? You’ve got some nerve to harm Mr.

shook with fury. This was a

didn’t do anything. I just saw the door open and came in to clean,” the housekeeper protested.

switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go explain yourself

the underground

sat in the car,

asked, pulling her close.

feeling

resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume,

first.

City, and York will stay to handle things here,”

a run–in with Nicola, and then this attempt on her life, a

flexing his

had become too comfortable

Kristin nodded stiffly.

seeing the seaside