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.

then added the bottled water. The sugar turned black and bubbled up

said, his voice

covering her mouth.

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

grave as he screwed the cap back on and stepped out of the bathroom to call

and set up makeshift cameras in both

natural,” York advised, glancing at Kristin.

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 accuse anyone

harmed, everyone would have been too panicked to consider keeping

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

Rhett

the person behind this was targeting

this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been

felt a wave

Call an

York’s panicked shouts filled the air,

rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to Kristin?”

a housekeeper who had been lurking

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still–open room, searching for the

contents into the toilet.

it’s always the ones you least expect.” York came from the doorway, carrying a note

went pale, almost

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

fury. This

I didn’t do anything. I just saw the door open and came in to clean,” the

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

the underground parking lot.

sat in the car, still in shock.

pulling her close.

looked up at Rhett, feeling the aftershock of

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume, she would need to test.

first.

handle things here,”

run–in with Nicola, and then

flexing

comfortable within

Kristin nodded stiffly.

had been looking forward to seeing the seaside