Chapter 174

Rhett sat broodingly in front of his computer, his deep voice cutting through the silence as he gestured toward Kristin’s desk. “Get to work.”

Kristin’s eye rims reddened, uncertainty clouding her thoughts as she wondered if Rhett’s trust in her had faltered.

After a long pause, Rhett’s voice dropped to a stern whisper. “No calf love!”

Kristin turned to gaze at Rhett and responded in confusion, “Okay.”

She was no child anymore. Was there any point in imposing such restrictions at the time?

As Kristin moved to her work desk, Rhett covertly downloaded the encrypted files from Vincent’s computer onto his desktop, then swiftly transferred them to his phone before erasing all traces.

“Mr. FitzGerald, shouldn’t we inspect those closest to us?” Kristin squirmed uncomfortably, eager to clear her name and equally fearful of Rhett’s suspicion. “In cases like this, it’s usually a virus that compromises the computer.”

Rhett leaned back in his chair, rapping his knuckles on the desk. “York.”

Outside, York, who had been eavesdropping, burst into the room in a panic. “Mr. FitzGerald! Right here.”

“Who entered my office after I left yesterday afternoon?” Rhett inquired.

He diligently checked his computer daily except for yesterday, in the tumult over a paternity test, had he left in haste without shutting it down.

But York would normally power down his computer before leaving for the day.

That meant someone had tampered with his computer between Rhett’s departure and York’s end–of–day routine.

“No one, sir. Just me and Kristin,” York replied anxiously. “It wasn’t Kristin, I swear

Kristin was visibly nervous, her gaze lowered and her eyes welling up again.

Rhett massaged his temples. “You’re heading to the SandStone Project site tomorrow

Unsure of where he had misspoken and risked Rhett’s ire, York boldly defended Kristin. “Mr. FitzGerald, you can’t suspect Kristin. I don’t think she’s involved?

Rhett was infuriated by York

Did York think he was being noble, trying to score points with Kristin?

Rhett felt all the men around Kristin were predatory, not a single one trustworthy. He had to keep a close eye on them.

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now,” York exclaimed, slapping his forehead. “Miss Hertha was here!”

raised an

just sitting

suspicion. It was Hertha,” Rhett stated confidently. “In an always–on, unsecured connection, it only takes a USB drive to transmit a virus. In the time it

words.

have evidence?” Rhett countered.

no cameras

York shook

the clock. “The Haywood family should be

spine

FitzGerald, what are

Granger, still eavesdropping,

happens when you cross Mr. FitzGerald? The Haywood family has messed with him more than once. Just wait for the

sweaty. “What’s Mr. FitzGerald

twinge of excitement in his voice. “You asked me what Mr. FitzGerald looks like when he’s mad, right? Did you see his expression just now?

blankly. In reality, it wasn’t that frightening. It was just a bizarre warning about not dating

never seen Mr. FitzGerald’s face

madder at Vincent,” Kristin

who hacked Rhett’s

still buzzing with expectation to see how Rhett would handle

did not

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the Haywood family’s press conference, Hertha took the stage on behalf of her parents, publicly acknowledging Adrienne’s wrongdoing. Her speech was a work of

actions.

picture of their lost child and several of Hertha’s past victims burst

daughter to suicide,” the parent cried out, holding up the image of their daughter and releasing recordings of the Haywood parents attempting to settle

bee at school, leading the charge against anyone she disliked. Whoever she scorned, she

forward. “I thought I could forget the pain after all these years, but some wounds, they just never heal. I’ve been living in hell

a

bullied me, led by her,” the woman sobbed, “made me kneel and used my collarbone to stub out their cigarettes, calling

down her face as she

victims came forward. “Just because… Just because the boy Adrienne fancied smiled at me, she had

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