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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I remember now,” York exclaimed, slapping his forehead. “Miss Hertha was

an

Miss Hertha?” York whispered. “But she was just sitting there the whole time I went to fetch a glass

it only takes a USB drive to transmit a virus. In the time it took you to

a loss for words. “Should… should we call the

Do you have

were no cameras in the office.

shook his head.

family should be

a chill running down his spine as he sensed Rhett’s

what

up and, grabbing Granger, still eavesdropping,

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

“What’s Mr. FitzGerald

watch the news, and you’ll see,” York sighed, a twinge of excitement in his voice. “You asked me what Mr. FitzGerald looks like when he’s mad, right? Did you see his

that frightening. It was just a bizarre warning about not dating too

seen Mr. FitzGerald’s face so dark,”

Kristin mused, wondering if it was just

who hacked

advised, still buzzing with expectation

did not

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09:06

“I

acknowledging Adrienne’s wrongdoing. Her speech was a work of art. While

actions.

media was preparing a sympathetic narrative, a parent holding a picture of their lost child

my daughter to suicide,” the parent cried out, holding up the image of their daughter and releasing

queen bee at school, leading the charge against anyone she

forget the pain after all these years, but some wounds, they just never heal. I’ve been living in hell every single day.”

aside her blouse to reveal a collarbone covered in scars

“made me kneel and used my collarbone to stub out their cigarettes, calling it the best ashtray

her face as she recounted her

Just because the boy Adrienne fancied smiled at me, she had her cronies slash my face and

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