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 If they haven’t withdrawn their resignations by Tomorrow, they’re all fired.”

voice was a deep

it?” York was astounded by her savvy.

be arrogant before firing him. Undeserved positions coupled with insatiable greed. He thinks

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

coffed.

perish from greed or women.

was caught by

nature too

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

surely upset him. If she stirred up trouble, Neal

quit would make Rhett

a lot

spoke coolly, a hint of a smile on

if Holcomb made a fuss, it wouldn’t matter.

was the one who wanted out, and what could Holcomb do?

still in awe, gave Rhett a thumbs–up, “Mr. FitzGerald, Kristin has been invaluable lately. If she hadn’t found out your computer was compromised, we’d have lost

as if to say,

how 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 lavish meal after

from HR, she overheard York’s offer. “No,

to go home and

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

Rhett and stepped back, keeping her distance

what do you feel like eating?” York was

Rhett, whose face was turning ominously dark.

on, eat.” York was already pulling out his phone to make a reservation, “I know this amazing sushi spot. We’ll go

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

is that?” York asked.

So tonight, you’ll likely be burning the midnight oil, rallying the rest of the project team,”

sensing Rhett’s devilish

another day.” York didn’t forget to console Kristin.

inhaled the crisp evening at her voice hushed, “Mr. Fitzgerald, how stout we throw Heat a farewel

he looked at Kristin, his thumb shooting up in approval ‘Clever as a

chuckled, “Yeah, that’s a pretty solid

party would be a grand send–off for Nest, a shot across the bow for Vincent and Nicola

weary York trudged

Kristin’s voice trembled slightly with fear, “Won’t Vincent and Nicola get

rabid dogs leap over the fence, it’s only self–defense to put them down,” Rhett said with a meaningfut glance.

took a deep breath and nodded, “Our next target is Randall”

thoughtfully. She was playing the game with a