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 with gas.

Rhett said, his

gasped, covering her

have been disastrous from

was grave as he screwed the cap back on and stepped out of the

and set up makeshift cameras in both the bathroom and the

natural,” York advised, glancing at Kristin.

were trying

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

would have been too panicked to consider keeping the

cover their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle down the toilet would leave

be scared,” Rhett

sure whether the person behind this

name, could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the

as he felt a wave of

happened! Call an

air, his hands apparently covered in ‘blood“.

as she pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr.

housekeeper who had been lurking in the hallway sneaked

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searching for the open bottle of water.

poured the contents into the

expect.” York came from the doorway, carrying a note

went pale, almost collapsing to the

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

with fury. This was

anything. I just saw the door open

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

underground

in the car, still in

pulling

Rhett, feeling the aftershock of the

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume,

first.

stay to handle things here,” Rhett

and then this attempt on her

flexing his

comfortable within the Fitzgerald family.

Kristin nodded stiffly.

looking forward to seeing the seaside night view