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

acid,” Rhett said, his voice low.

covering her mouth.

consequences could have been disastrous from severe damage to her throat to a

cap back on and stepped

and set up makeshift cameras

York advised, glancing

dumbly, aware that they were trying to catch the

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

too panicked to consider keeping the water bottle as evidence for the police.

their tracks, because simply flushing the bottle down the toilet would leave no evidence.

be scared,” Rhett reassured

not sure whether the person behind this was targeting her or

whispered. Rhett nodded. If he hadn’t been the one to open the

he felt a wave of retrospective

Something’s happened! Call

filled the air, his hands

Rhett’s arms. They rushed out of the hotel and into the elevator. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s happened to Kristin?” Rhett’s voice was tense and

left, a housekeeper who had been lurking in the hallway sneaked into

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the

she poured the contents into the toilet.

from the doorway, carrying a note of sarcasm as he entered with the hotel manager.

went pale, almost collapsing to

up to this? You’ve got

shook with fury. This was a

door open and came in to clean,” the housekeeper

York sneered, pointing to the prepared cameras and the switched sulfuric

the underground parking lot.

in the car, still in

pulling her

feeling the aftershock

she resolved that anything Rhett was about to consume, she

first.

to Silvergrove City, and York will stay to handle things here,” Rhett said,

with Nicola, and then this attempt on her life, a warning

flexing his

too comfortable within the Fitzgerald

Kristin nodded stiffly.

seeing the seaside night