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 Kristin into his arms, embracing her.

for a second, not daring

voice was hoarse and weary.

“Okay.” Kristin nodded.

car, Kristin’s

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

was beyond

the plane, Kristin cautiously glanced at

asking the flight attendant for a blanket to cover her.

weren’t for you, that water…” Kristin felt a chill run down her

his gaze deep.

flight attendant approached with a smile,

coffee cup, taking a sip herself first. After ensuring it was safe, she relaxed

flight attendant froze

Kristin’s actions, couldn’t help but

Kristin admitted, realizing the extent of her actions when she tested Rhett’s cup for poison.

wouldn’t drink

you pour another cup?” Kristin asked the attendant, embarrassed.

professional smile. “Of

Rhett said politely, nodding in acknowledgment.

Rhett, holding the coffee cup, smiled.

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

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the coffee. “I never thought airplane coffee tasted good before.”

ears turned even redder, the coffee was quite bitter,

you,” Rhett whispered,

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

was truly

no one

was a dangerous man, perfect

could mean utter ruin. Yet her heart was still stirred.

she was too unaware of her

of how long she slept, Kristin

opening her eyes, Kristin realized that at some point she had

up abruptly, nervously unbuckling her seatbelt, and

soon as they disembarked, Holcomb called Rhett.

of Nicola’s assistant’s criminal

arrived,” Rhett spoke

home.” Holcomb told Rhett to return home, his tone indifferent, revealing

he were a normal father, at this time he should be concerned about his son’s well–being, but all Holcomb did

would want the trending news to

not feeling great. I’m going to

day Nicola would

full house for the drama

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