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

home.” Rhett’s voice was hoarse and

“Okay.” Kristin nodded.

into the car, Kristin’s

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

man was beyond reproach.

On the plane, Kristin cautiously

Rhett had Kristin sit inside, asking the flight attendant for a blanket to cover

for you, that water…” Kristin felt

respond, his

The flight attendant approached with a smile, bringing Rhett his coffee.

instinctively took the coffee cup, taking a sip herself first. After ensuring it was safe, she relaxed and passed it

flight attendant froze her professional

observing Kristin’s actions, couldn’t help but laugh. “What’s wrong with

her actions when she tested

wouldn’t drink it now.

cup?” Kristin asked

attendant kept her professional smile.

said politely, nodding in

left, and Rhett, holding the coffee cup,

as she shook her head. “No, no

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thought airplane coffee tasted

the coffee was quite bitter,

I’ll watch over you,” Rhett whispered, suggesting Kristin take a rest.

looked at Rhett blankly, then quickly averted her gaze, nervously clasping her fingers, turning her head and

was

book stating that when faced with a fatal temptation, no

dangerous man, perfect and

mean utter ruin. Yet her

unaware of

long she slept, Kristin was gently

her eyes, Kristin realized that at some point she had

unbuckling her seatbelt, and stood, following Rhett.

they disembarked,

had been efficient. The news of Nicola’s assistant’s criminal offense

arrived,” Rhett

return home, his

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

would want the

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

Nicola would

house for the

work