When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law

Chapter 143

At the seaside.

Rhett walked ahead, Kristin trailing behind him.

With Rhett there, how could she have any mind to admire the ocean?

Her heartbeat was a bit frantic, Kristin’s mind filled with thoughts of Rhett.

She had thought he would take her straight back to Silvergrove City, but to her surprise, he’d brought her to see the sea.

“Mr. FitzGerald, the matter has been handed over to the police. The housekeeper said that it was Nicola’s assistant who instructed her to do it. The police have detained Nicola’s assistant, but the individual is taking all the blame. For now, we can’t trace it back to Nicola.”

York had called Rhett.

“Leak the story to the press and say that I was the one who drank that water and got hurt.” Rhett said in a deep voice. “Suppress all that online buzz about the merging of the Haywood family and the FitzGerald family. I don’t want to see any more news about a merger, you understand?”

“Of course.”

When Rhett stepped aside to make the call, Kristin walked alone by the sea.

The beach was adorned with floral lanterns, set up especially for tourists.

As one approached, they would light up, and the flowers would bloom to the sound of soft music.

Kristin looked up in amazement at the blossoming lanterns, standing in the light, gently twirling.

She had once been the sole dancer of Silvergrove City’s premier ballet dancer and the Swan Queen who represented the Silvergrove City Ballet at performances.*

But during her years in prison, her spine had been broken, and she had swallowed all the shattered pieces.

Lifting her hand, Kristin assumed a ballet position.

Her body was stiff. With a sense of loss, she lowered her hand. It seemed she could never return to what had once been.

Trying to stand on tiptoe along with the soft music, Kristin attempted to balance several times before giving up.

A swan with broken wings could never fly back to the blue skies again.

Rhett leaned against the car door, his gaze intense as he watched Kristin.

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He had seen Kristin on stage once before. Back then, he had only felt that Vincent wasn’t worthy of that blooming white rose.

But later, the rose was broken, shattered, trampled into the mud.

What was Kristin’s fault? Was it because she was too beautiful or too pure?

“Mr. FitzGerald, what time is our flight?” Concerned about missing their flight, Kristin ran over

to ask.

pulling

a second,

go home.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse and weary.

“Okay.” Kristin nodded.

Rhett into the car, Kristin’s

bargain with Rhett, no matter how long it lasted, was her stroke of

man was beyond reproach.

FitzGerald, thank you.” On the plane, Kristin

sit inside, asking the flight

for you, that water…” Kristin felt a chill run down

respond, his

coffee.” The flight attendant approached with a smile, bringing

a sip herself first. After ensuring it was safe, she

attendant froze

Kristin’s actions, couldn’t help but laugh.

Kristin admitted, realizing the extent of her actions

wouldn’t drink it

sorry, could you pour another cup?”

her professional smile.

need,” Rhett said politely,

Rhett, holding the coffee cup, smiled.

turned red as she shook her head. “No, no

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never thought

the coffee was quite bitter, bitterer

you,” Rhett

then quickly averted her gaze, nervously clasping her fingers, turning her head and closing her eyes, pretending to

she was

no one could resist its allure, but when one was deeply ensnared, death

Rhett was a dangerous man, perfect and

single misstep could mean utter ruin. Yet her heart was

unaware

long she slept, Kristin was gently awakened. “Kristin, we’re home.”

some point she had ended up resting

up abruptly, nervously unbuckling her seatbelt,

disembarked, Holcomb called Rhett.

of Nicola’s assistant’s criminal offense and the injury to

arrived,” Rhett

to return home, his tone indifferent,

normal father, at this time he should be concerned about his son’s well–being, but all Holcomb did was tell Rhett to come home.

Rhett could already guess that next, Holcomb would

phone on Holcomb without much of an explanation. “I’m not feeling great. I’m going to head home and

the day Nicola would be back.

a full house for the drama

smile. “Knock off work early tomorrow and come with me to my house.”