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 here!”

raised an eyebrow. “Hmm…”

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

an always–on, unsecured connection, it only takes a USB drive to transmit a virus. In the time it

stammered, at a loss for words. “Should… should

have evidence?” Rhett countered.

no cameras in the office.

shook

Let’s 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

chill running down his spine as he

what are you…”

Granger, still eavesdropping, commanded, “Come with me.”

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

“What’s Mr. FitzGerald planning

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 expression just now? Scary, isn’t

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

FitzGerald’s face so dark,”

is madder at Vincent,” Kristin mused, wondering

Vincent who hacked

work and wait for the news,” York advised, still buzzing with expectation to

did not disappoint.

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09:06

“I

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

actions.

media was preparing a sympathetic narrative, a parent holding a 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

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

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

aside her blouse to reveal a

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

down her face as

forward. “Just because… Just because the boy Adrienne fancied smiled at me, she had her cronies slash my face and called me a temptress.”