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

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

raised an

FitzGerald, you suspect Miss Hertha?” York whispered. “But she was just sitting there the whole time I went to fetch a glass of water.”

an always–on, unsecured connection, it only takes a USB drive to transmit

loss for words. “Should… should we call the

Do you have evidence?”

cameras in the

shook his head.

see what Hertha and Vincent are plotting together,” Rhett glanced at the clock. “The Haywood family should be holding a press conference right now. She’s sent me

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

what are you…”

stood up and, grabbing Granger, still

The Haywood family has messed with him more than once. Just wait for the outcome…

“What’s Mr. FitzGerald

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 expression just now? Scary, isn’t it?”

that frightening. It was just a

face so dark,” York continued exaggerating.

FitzGerald is madder at Vincent,” Kristin mused, wondering if it was

must’ve been Vincent who hacked Rhett’s computer, sparking

back to work and wait for the news,” York advised, still buzzing with expectation to see how Rhett would handle

not

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wrongdoing. Her speech was a work of art. While playing the victim, she

actions.

preparing a sympathetic narrative, a parent holding a picture of their lost child and several of Hertha’s past victims

drive my daughter to suicide,” the parent cried

leading the charge against anyone she

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

her blouse to reveal a collarbone covered

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

face as

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