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 sugar turned black and bubbled up with

sulfuric acid,” Rhett said,

covering her mouth.

have been disastrous from severe damage to her

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

set up makeshift cameras in both the bathroom and the main room.

natural,” York advised,

were

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

would have been too panicked to consider keeping the

their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle

be scared,” Rhett

was pale, not sure whether the person behind this was targeting her or Rhett.

a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the bottle for Kristin today, it didn’t bear

fingertips were cold as he felt a wave of

Something’s happened! Call

York’s panicked shouts filled the air, his hands apparently covered

of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to Kristin?” Rhett’s voice was tense and

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 water.

contents into the

least expect.” York came from the doorway, carrying a note of sarcasm as he

housekeeper went pale, almost

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

fury. This was a

I just saw the door open and came in to clean,” the housekeeper

switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go

the underground parking lot.

in the car,

asked, pulling

feeling

on, she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume, she would

first.

to Silvergrove City, and York will stay to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood

just had a run–in with Nicola, and then this attempt on her life, a warning from Nicola.

coldly, flexing his fingers.

become too comfortable within

Kristin nodded stiffly.

forward to seeing the seaside night