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

Chapter 178

Leaning against the car door, Melissa watched with a smirk as the commotion unfolded. “Quite the spectacle.

Garner’s face was a storm cloud of fury. The man causing a ruckus at the preschool gate was clearly looking for trouble.

“What the hell are you yelling about?” Garner strode over and grabbed the man by the collar from behind.

The man glanced at Gamer, his initial urge to explode in anger dampened by Gamer’s imposing stature. He shrank back a little, “I’m Summer’s dad. Where’s Kristin? She’s my girl. Before I went to the slammer, she was all mine. Now she’s out and dodging me?”

His voice was loud enough to turn heads. Parents picking up their kids reached for their phones, capturing the drama on video to share in group chats and social media feeds.

In no time, Kristin was back in the hot seat.

“Will

you shut your trap?” Garner was growing angry, wanting the man to be quiet, but with so many cameras pointed their way, he couldn’t resort to violence.

“You gonna hit me or what? I’m Kristin’s man. I took care of her before I went behind bars, and Summer’s my boy. Now look at her, climbing up Rhett’s high branches, thinking she can just ditch me.” The man shoved Garner aside, wailing at the top of his lungs.

“Bring out Kristin.”

“If Kristin doesn’t face me today, I’m not leaving.”

He was prepared, even bringing a banner that accused Kristin of abandoning him.

Melissa watched the hoodlum’s antics with meaningful eyes, then glanced at Garner, who was seething with anger but helpless against such a lout.

Indeed, the overly honest often fall prey to the shameless.

At FitzGerald Enterprises.

York walked in to find Neal’s resignation letter waiting for him. He was floored, “Mr. FitzGerald, how did Kristin pull this off? She’s a true wizard.”

“Look at this.” Rhett opened his email to find a wave of resignation letters from the project team. What did

this mean?

It was a show of defiance against Rhett.

“Has the project team lost their minds?” York was irate, “Mr. FitzGerald, what do we do? If we really let Neal go, won’t the loss be too great?”

“My group isn’t some revolving door.” Rhett leaned back in his chair, “Are the things Kristin asked you to prepare ready?”

“Yeah, got the dirt on the ring leaders,” York confirmed.

“Contact them privately. If they haven’t withdrawn their resignations by Tomorrow, they’re all fired.”

a deep

how did Kristin manage it?” York was astounded by

firing him. Undeserved positions coupled with insatiable

he can strong–arm me. Using his resignation

coffed.

either perish from

was caught by

human nature too well.

Neal’s every demand, even the absurd ones, except she used Neal’s mistress to rattle him.

face in front of his mistress would surely upset him. If she stirred up trouble, Neal would be even more determined

quit would make

a lot

hint of

Holcomb made a fuss, it

one who wanted out, and

hadn’t found out your computer was compromised, we’d have lost

as if to say,

FitzGerald, how about a bonus?” York was persistent, championing a reward

Rhett was in no mood to chat.

up his advocacy for Kristin, “Mr. FitzGerald, we should celebrate. If it’s inconvenient

she overheard York’s offer. “No, there’s really no

go home and

about it. If Mr. FitzGerald is tight–fisted, I’ll give you my paycheck

stepped back, keeping her distance from York.

feel like eating?” York was still

whose

make a reservation, “I know this

you won’t be off work.” Rhett

is that?” York asked.

Neal’s resignation. So tonight, you’ll likely be burning the midnight oil, rallying the rest of the project team,” Rhett said

face twitched, sensing Rhett’s

York

hushed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how stout we throw

eyes widened in shock as he looked at Kristin, his thumb shooting up in approval

a pretty solid

a shot across the bow for Vincent and Nicola Hopefully, it would be a ‘gift‘

weary York trudged

Kristin’s voice trembled slightly with fear, “Won’t

to put them down,”

breath and nodded,

Kristin thoughtfully. She was playing the game with