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.

sugar packets and poured them into an ashtray, then added the bottled water. The sugar turned black and bubbled up with

said,

gasped, covering her mouth.

consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage to her throat to a life–threatening

back on and stepped out of the bathroom to

room and set up makeshift cameras in both

advised, glancing

aware that they were trying to

bottle contained sulfuric acid, and only a limited number of staff had been in and out

would have been too panicked to consider keeping the water bottle as evidence

crime scene to cover their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle down the toilet would

be scared,” Rhett reassured

not sure whether the person behind

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

he felt a wave of retrospective

Something’s happened! Call

the air,

mouth were smeared with ‘blood‘ as she pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into

left, a housekeeper who had been lurking in

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for the open

the contents into the toilet.

from the doorway, carrying a note of sarcasm

pale, almost collapsing to the

this? You’ve got some

This was

door open and came

the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught

underground

sat in the car,

pulling

feeling the

that anything Rhett was about to consume,

first.

to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He couldn’t risk Kristin’s safety any

then this attempt on

coldly, flexing his fingers.

too comfortable

Kristin nodded stiffly.

forward to seeing the seaside night view with Rhett.