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 If they haven’t withdrawn their resignations by Tomorrow, they’re all fired.”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

before firing him. Undeserved positions coupled with insatiable greed.

now, that the company can’t run without him, so he believes he can strong–arm me. Using his resignation as leverage, he wants me

coffed.

perish from greed

was caught by both.

knew human nature

absurd ones, except she used Neal’s

she stirred up trouble, Neal would be even more

that threatening to quit would make

resignations save us a

hint of a

even if Holcomb made a fuss,

out, and what

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 a fortune.

if to say, “Do I need your

was persistent,

better to do?” Rhett was in no mood to

don’t be so stingy. Kristin truly deserves it this time.” York kept babbling on, playing up his advocacy for Kristin, “Mr. FitzGerald, we should celebrate. If it’s inconvenient for

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

go home and

treat you. Forget about it. If Mr. FitzGerald is tight–fisted, I’ll give you my paycheck as a bonus.” York whispered to

Rhett and stepped back, keeping her distance from York.

like eating?” York

cautiously eyed Rhett, whose

pulling out his phone to make a reservation, “I know

work.” Rhett tapped the desk,

that?” York asked.

tonight, you’ll likely be burning the midnight oil, rallying the rest

sensing Rhett’s devilish

we’ll celebrate another day.” York

how stout we throw Heat

as he looked at Kristin, his thumb shooting up in

that’s a pretty solid

a grand send–off for Nest, a shot across the bow

they rejoiced, the work weary York trudged off with a gloomy expression.

fear, “Won’t Vincent and Nicola

leap over the fence, it’s only self–defense to

breath and nodded,

Kristin thoughtfully. She was playing the game with a