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 up

sulfuric acid,” Rhett said, his voice low.

gasped, covering her

that, the consequences could have been disastrous

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

the room and set up makeshift

natural,” York advised, glancing

dumbly, aware that they were trying to catch

limited number of staff had been in and out of the

to consider keeping the water bottle as evidence for the

their tracks, because simply flushing the

be scared,” Rhett

whether the person behind this was targeting her or

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

he felt a wave of retrospective fear.

Call an

the air,

of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald,

the others left, a housekeeper who had been lurking

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searching for the open bottle of water.

poured the contents into

the doorway, carrying a note of sarcasm as he entered with

almost collapsing to the floor.

up to this? You’ve got some nerve to harm Mr. Fitzgerald!”

shook with fury. This

door open and came in to clean,” the

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

underground parking

car, still

Rhett asked, pulling

at Rhett, feeling the

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to

first.

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

run–in with Nicola, and then this attempt on her

snorted coldly, flexing his fingers.

comfortable within the

Kristin nodded stiffly.

to seeing the seaside night view with Rhett.