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.

open the sugar packets and poured them into an ashtray, then added the bottled

sulfuric acid,” Rhett said, his voice

covering her mouth. “Sulfuric acid?”

could have been disastrous from severe damage to her throat to

he screwed the cap back on and stepped

at the room and set up makeshift cameras in both the

advised, glancing

dumbly, aware that they were trying to

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

too panicked to consider keeping the water bottle as evidence for

the crime scene to cover their tracks, because

Rhett reassured her.

was pale, not sure whether the person behind

a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to

felt a

Something’s happened! Call

filled the air, his hands apparently covered in

as she pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel

York and the others left, a housekeeper who had been

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room, searching for the open bottle

contents

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

pale, almost collapsing to the

you up to this? You’ve

fury. This was a criminal offense.

I didn’t do anything. I just saw the door open and came in

York sneered, pointing to the prepared cameras and the switched

underground

car, still in shock.

asked, pulling her close.

looked up at Rhett, feeling

anything Rhett was about to consume, she would need

first.

handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He

then

coldly, flexing his fingers.

too comfortable within

Kristin nodded stiffly.

been looking forward to seeing the