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.

open the sugar packets and poured them into an ashtray, then added the bottled water. The

said, his voice

covering her mouth. “Sulfuric acid?”

drunk that, the consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage to her throat to a life–threatening emergency.

the cap back on and stepped out of the

set up makeshift cameras

natural,” York advised, glancing at Kristin.

they were trying to catch the

been in and out of the room. It wouldn’t be fair to accuse anyone without

panicked to consider keeping the water

the crime scene to cover their tracks, because simply flushing

be scared,” Rhett reassured

whether the person behind this

booked under Kristin’s name, could this be a personal attack?” York whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the bottle for Kristin today, it

were cold as he felt a wave

Call an

filled the air, his hands

pretended to faint in Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into

a housekeeper who had been

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room, searching for the open

poured the contents into the toilet.

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

almost

up to this? You’ve got some

fury. This was a criminal offense.

do anything. I just saw the door open and

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

underground

the car,

asked, pulling her

feeling the aftershock of the

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to

first.

to handle things here,” Rhett said, his mood dark. He couldn’t

Nicola, and then this

snorted coldly, flexing his

comfortable within the Fitzgerald

Kristin nodded stiffly.

looking forward to seeing the seaside