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 If they haven’t withdrawn their resignations by Tomorrow, they’re all fired.”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

Kristin manage it?” York was astounded

him. Undeserved positions coupled with insatiable greed. He thinks !

right now, that the company can’t run without him, so he believes he can strong–arm me.

coffed.

perish from greed or

was caught

human nature

met Neal’s every demand, even the absurd ones,

surely upset him. If she stirred up

threatening to quit would make

us a lot of

a hint of a smile on his

Holcomb made

one who wanted out, and what could Holcomb do?

invaluable lately. If she hadn’t found

raised an eyebrow as if to

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

was in no mood to

deserves it this time.” York kept babbling on, playing up his advocacy for Kristin, “Mr. FitzGerald, we should celebrate. If it’s inconvenient for you, I’ll take Kristin out for a

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

go home and cook dinner for Mr.

If Mr. FitzGerald is tight–fisted, I’ll give you my paycheck as a bonus.” York whispered to Kristin, patting her shoulder.

nervously looked at Rhett and stepped back, keeping her distance from York.

like eating?” York was still eager.

Rhett, whose face was turning

York was already pulling out his phone to make a reservation, “I know this amazing

off work.” Rhett tapped the desk, “You’ve got

that?” York asked.

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

twitched, sensing Rhett’s devilish glee.

we’ll celebrate another day.” York didn’t

evening at her voice hushed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how stout we throw Heat

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

a pretty solid

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

weary York trudged off with a

trembled slightly with fear, “Won’t Vincent and Nicola get desperate?”

rabid dogs leap over the fence, it’s only self–defense to put them down,” Rhett

breath and nodded, “Our next target is Randall”

at Kristin thoughtfully. She was playing the game with