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

Chapter 163

Neal’s audacity seemed to know no bounds as he reached out to play with Kristin’s hair, his voice coated in charm. “You’ve got amazing skin. What’s your secret?”

Kristin felt her entire body stiffen, her heart pounding wildly against her chest. The suffocating sensation was back, overwhelming her.

It made her feel sick to her stomach.

But she had to endure it.

For Rhett’s sake, to get Neal out of the picture, she had to play along and blind Neal with his

arrogance.

“High–end skincare products cost a pretty penny,” Kristin managed to say, shivering slightly as she tried to calm her racing heart.

Neal leaned in closer, his smirk widening as he mistook her words for a subtle hint. “I hear you’re quite popular among the high rollers in Silvergrove City. You must be doing something right, Kristin.”

His insinuation was clear. “How about we grab a bite together sometime when you’re off?”

Kristin nodded, feigning enthusiasm. “Sure, that’d be nice.”

A sudden rap on the door interrupted them, much to Neal’s evident annoyance. He had been enjoying his game, his gaze hungrily appraising Kristin’s fair complexion and attractive figure. To Neal, a man accustomed to the company of many, Kristin was a rare gem.

The interruption must mean Rhett was making his move, Neal thought, eager to win him over.

“Mr. Neal, Mr. FitzGerald sent me to ask about your terms for the vice–presidency,” Kristin said, seizing the chance to distance herself from Neal. “He’s willing to meet your demands, hoping you’ll…”

Neal nodded, understanding the message. Rhett was laying all his cards on the table.

“Well, I’ve been with the company for years,” Neal began, “I’m not one for greed. But I do have a soft spot for my team in the Investment Division. They’ve been with me for over a decade. If Mr. FitzGerald could merge the investment and project departments, letting me manage both.”

Kristin feigned surprise. “Mr. Neal, that’s quite the proposition, merging the independent Investment Division with the Project Division…”

Neal was playing his cards right, or so he thought. But Kristin had anticipated this moment. His overconfidence was a sign that he was heading for a fall.

“Is that going to be difficult?” Neal probed, watching Kristin’s reaction.

“It shouldn’t be…” Kristin replied with a smile. “I’ll make sure to discuss it with Mr. FitzGerald. If it goes through, can you…”

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eyes with understanding. “Don’t worry, I’ll take care of your skincare and makeup expenses for a year.” His smile turned into a leer as he reached out to

smile fixed as she backed away and nearly

unbearable. She made it to the restroom and clung

violently.

give up. She had to help Rhett soon before Nicola could play her trump

like an eternity, Kristin sat on the toilet, finally catching her breath. Rhett had been a balm for her anxiety and depression, but she was still susceptible to overwhelming panic.

haunted her, as did the

came

and stared at her pale reflection, taking deep

FitzGerald is looking for you.”

had only been gone ten minutes, and Rhett had already sent him searching. It was as if people could vanish into thin air at the office.

coming.” Kristin replied weakly.

York moved closer.

me!” Kristin recoiled in terror, her breaths short and frantic.

“I’m sorry… I was

by her sudden panic,

her eyes red and watery.

is waiting. Are you sure you’re alright?” York was concerned. Kristin didn’t seem herself.

offered her a few candies from his

sleep well last night,” Kristin

Vincent’s voice echoed down

instinctively hid behind York.

in front of her. “I’m sorry, Mr. Vincent. Mr. FitzGerald needs to see

some paperwork,

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word, York suggested that Kristin return to Mr. FitzGerald

of prison soon. You’re the daughter of a con artist

back to

had hit a nerve. Her silence said it

through the dimly lit corridor, her heart pounding in her chest. Suddenly, she felt a harsh grip on the back of

she turned to face Vincent, her cries stifled by

and see if I don’t make a scene right here now. Wanna be a trendy topic online together tomorrow?” Vincent was laced with malice as his grip on her wrist tightened, his anger palpable.