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.

poured them into an ashtray, then added the bottled water. The

acid,” Rhett said,

her

had drunk that, the consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage to

screwed the cap back on and stepped out of the bathroom to call

makeshift cameras in both the bathroom

York advised, glancing at Kristin.

aware that they were trying to catch the

contained sulfuric acid, and only 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

because simply flushing the

be scared,” Rhett reassured

was pale, not sure whether the person behind this was targeting

could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the bottle for

felt a wave of

Call

filled the air, his hands

pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to

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

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still–open room, searching for the open bottle of

she poured the contents into the

the ones you least expect.” York came from the doorway, carrying a note

pale, almost collapsing to the

Who put you up to this? You’ve

with fury. This was a

the door open and came in to clean,” the housekeeper protested.

to the prepared cameras and the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go explain

the underground parking lot.

sat in the car, still in shock.

pulling her

looked up at Rhett, feeling the aftershock

Rhett was about to consume, she would need to test.

first.

and York will stay to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He couldn’t

then this attempt

coldly, flexing his

become too comfortable

Kristin nodded stiffly.

looking forward to seeing the