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

Chapter 142

near the coffee machine before guiding her into the bathroom.

Kristin watched, curious about what he was planning.

an ashtray, then added

Rhett said, his voice

gasped, covering her mouth. “Sulfuric

had drunk that, the consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage

cap back on and stepped out of

arrived at the room and set up makeshift cameras in both the

advised, glancing at

they were trying to

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

been too panicked to consider keeping the water

return to the crime scene to cover their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle

be scared,” Rhett reassured her.

whether the person behind this was targeting her

whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the

were cold as he felt a wave of retrospective

happened! Call an

panicked shouts filled the air, his hands apparently

out of the hotel and into

left, a housekeeper who had been lurking in

Chapter 142

for the

contents into

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

went pale, almost collapsing to the

to this? You’ve got some

shook with fury. This was

do anything. I just saw the door open and came

and the switched sulfuric acid. “Caught red–handed. Go explain

underground

in the car, still in

pulling

at Rhett, feeling

was about to consume, she

first.

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

then this attempt on her life,

coldly, flexing his fingers.

comfortable within the Fitzgerald

Kristin nodded stiffly.

to seeing