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.

an ashtray, then added the bottled water. The sugar turned black and bubbled

sulfuric acid,” Rhett said, his

covering her

disastrous from severe

cap back on and stepped out of the

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

York advised,

aware that they were trying to catch the culprit.

staff had been in

everyone would have been too panicked to consider keeping

to cover their tracks, because

be scared,” Rhett reassured her.

not sure whether the person behind this was targeting her

booked under Kristin’s name, could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If

he felt a wave of

Something’s happened! Call an ambulance!*

shouts filled the air, his hands apparently covered in

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

who had been lurking

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searching for the open bottle

contents into

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

housekeeper went pale, almost collapsing to the

You’ve got some nerve to

shook with fury. This was a criminal offense.

door open

York sneered, pointing to the prepared cameras and the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go explain yourself

the underground parking lot.

sat in the car,

pulling

up at Rhett, feeling the

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume,

first.

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

had just had a run–in with Nicola, and then

snorted coldly, flexing his

too comfortable within

Kristin nodded stiffly.

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