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 If they haven’t withdrawn their resignations by Tomorrow, they’re all fired.”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

Kristin manage it?”

to be arrogant before firing him. Undeserved

without him, so he believes he can strong–arm me. Using his resignation as leverage, he wants

coffed.

either perish from greed

was caught

knew human nature too well.

demand, even the absurd ones,

his mistress would surely upset him. If she stirred up trouble, Neal would be even more

threatening to quit would make

save us a

of a smile on his lips.

made

who wanted out, and what

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

eyebrow as if to say, “Do

a bonus?” York was persistent, championing a reward for Kristin.

better to do?” Rhett was in no

truly deserves it this time.” York kept babbling on, playing up his advocacy for Kristin, “Mr. FitzGerald, we should celebrate.

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

to go home and

course, there is. You fought a good fight, and I must treat you. Forget about it. If Mr. FitzGerald is tight–fisted, I’ll give you my paycheck

looked at Rhett and stepped back, keeping

do you feel like

need.” Kristin cautiously eyed Rhett, whose

phone to make a reservation, “I know

won’t be off work.” Rhett tapped the desk, “You’ve

is that?” York asked.

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

twitched, sensing Rhett’s devilish

celebrate another day.” York

crisp evening at her voice hushed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how stout we throw Heat a farewel bach Tomorrow morning? The

Kristin, his thumb shooting up in approval ‘Clever

chuckled, “Yeah, that’s a pretty

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

weary York trudged off with a gloomy expression.

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

only self–defense to put them down,” Rhett

breath and nodded, “Our

She was playing the game with a steady

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