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

Chapter 175

The moment Rhett made his move, it was as if the Haywood family had been completely obliterated.

He had promised that if the Haywood family publicly acknowledged the mistakes made by Adrienne, he would let them off the hook.

With trembling fingers, Hertha called Rhett and asked, “Rhett, why are you doing this?”

Rhett actually gave Hertha the time of day and picked up the call.

“You promised me, Rhett. You said if we owned up to Adrienne’s mistakes, you’d let us go,” Hertha sobbed, questioning him, “Why are you doing this to me? Where did I go wrong?”

Rhett let Hertha finish crying before he spoke, “The ones not letting you off now are the victims, not me.”

“Rhett…” Hertha’s voice was fraught with desperation, “Why must you treat me like this?”

“Hertha, you’re a smart cookie, you know. I’ve left your family a way out. Adrienne needs to vanish from Silvergrove City for good, never to return. Your family needs to keep a low profile, and maybe then I’ll give you a fighting chance,” Rhett said, well aware that cornering them could lead to desperate measures.

Besides, Rhett’s concern wasn’t with the Haywoods, but it was with Holcomb.

The Haywoods must have had some dirt on Holcomb.

Otherwise, Holcomb wouldn’t be so invested in the Haywood’s affairs.

In the short thirty minutes since he’d returned to the office, Rhett had received a whopping thirty calls from Holcomb.

That was one call for every minute.

The old guard was getting antsy.

It really was a community of shared interests, a single thread pulled the whole web.

Hertha gasped, not yet ready to burn bridges with Rhett, “Rhett, I was sincere with you. Regardless of what happened six years ago, I wasn’t scheming against you.”

Rhett didn’t give Hertha a chance to explain any further, nor did he want to hear it. He hung up.

Hertha wanted to say more, but the line was dead.

With a surge of bitterness tightening her grip, Hertha took another deep breath.

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“Rhett, you will regret treating me this way.”

She absolutely could not give Kristin the chance to have Rhett and Summer take a paternity test and acknowledge each other.

her phone, the incoming call was from James.

are you threatening me?” James‘ voice was

related to Summer by blood. If you don’t take custody of Summer now, Carter will find

Haywoods have been having it too easy lately, wanting for a downfall?” James‘ voice was a cold murmur.

but you’re going about it the wrong way. And let me tell you a secret, the man who was with Kristin that night was Rhett.

nothing left to lose, and she was out to

necessary.

“If

before she and Rhett learn the truth, you might as well kiss

was goading James.

the other end before James finally

Rhett and Summer. They are father and son,” Hertha

voice heavy, “I’ll take Summer, but Kristin has to be disillusioned with Rhett to leave him.”

Kristin well, and she wouldn’t give

Mr. Bryce, you just need to take what you want…” Hertha was proposing a partnership

It was okay to disappoint Kristin about Rhett,

her grip on her phone, “What’s so special about Kristin? Why do

be special. Just being herself is enough,” James said before hanging. up on Hertha.

laughed, but it soon turned

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need to be special?

just needed to stand there,

would destroy her pretty facade and see

chance to leak the paternity test results to Carter,” Hertha commanded with a steely

promised Mr. Bryce that he could take Summer. If Mr. Bryce finds

anyway. We’re just giving him a heads–up. He’ll do his own investigation,” Hertha replied. Letting

for Carter, showing that it was

then would Carter lose his temper and take action

connections and capabilities, he was no ordinary adversary.

Kristin, even Rhett would have to weigh his options carefully, and he might not be able

back in college, pay him off, dig up some dirt, and have him seal his lips tight. Let him come forward claiming Kristin was his girl, that they were together

son.”

for sure. He would be demanding a paternity

happened, it would

Kristin could no longer

the FitzGerald

holed up in the restroom, her eyes glued to the trending news on her phone. The

school

she’d tormented her so–called friends, elbowed her way through high society, and bullied her

eyes began to swell with tears. She watched victim after victim bravely expose their wounds to