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

Chapter 221

“Are you a fool? Rhett grumbled, pulling Kristin closer and flicking her forehead in a mock scolding gesture.

Kristin instinctively winced, expecting pain, but he had tempered his touch.

“Six years,” Rhett mused, a frown creasing his brow, “If Hertha really had evidence of us being together from six years ago, wouldn’t she have used it by now? I mean, if she was the one from six years ago, why would she wait until now to spill the beans?”

Kristin had considered this, but if it wasn’t Hertha, then who? And that thought seemed even more troubling.

Rhett wrapped his arms around Kristin, typing away on his phone, composing a tweet that read, “Holding hands forever, growing old together.”

No sooner had Rhett’s tweet hit the internet than it went viral, skyrocketing to the top trend.

Many people left comments under his post about their own heartbreaks.

Rhett, breaking his usual silence, replied personally to the top three comments.

Comment A: “Mr. FitzGerald, it’s not even press conference time yet and you’ve already made an official announcement? Is it really Hertha? If it’s someone from the Haywood family, I’ll cry.”

Rhett replied, “My wife’s last name isn’t Haywood.”

Comment B: “Rhett, please don’t get involved with the Haywoods, and they’re vicious.”

Rhett replied simply, “Okay.”

“People of wealth marry their equals. Even if Rhett never marries, he’d never take someone poor.”

Rhett replied, “In the modem world, a match of equals has nothing to do with family history or wealth. If I find her worthy, and she finds me valuable, and it’s as simple as that.”

Rhett’s foray into responding to comments set the internet ablaze all over again.

At the FitzGerald Group headquarters, Holcomb was prepping for the press conference when a pale–faced PR rep burst in.

“Mr. Holcomb, “The PR rep stuttered, “Mr. Rhett has gone public with his relationship on Twitter.”

Holcomb’s face darkened instantly. He grabbed his phone, shot up from his seat, and slammed his fist on the table, “Who dared him to

be this bold? Bastard!”

Holcomb, livid, banged the table repeatedly, barely able to control his rage.

To him, Rhett’s pre–conference love revelation was the ultimate provocation.

He must deal with Rhett.

Holcomb, Miss Hertha is threatening suicide. She’s distraught.

“Call Rhett and tell him to

indeed crossed the line.

would not

conference room.

sipped her coffee leisurely in her high heels, “Vincent, Rhett’s

fixated on

tiny mole on Kristin’s left hand, and clearly, the woman in Rhett’s announcement photo

was clever, a tough nut to crack, that he had been biding his time all these years. I overestimated him,” Nicola chuckled, “Provoking Holcomb now is

Vincent remained silent.

our chance has come,” Nicola stood

ready to cut off

Rhett had become

you even listening to me?” Nicola snapped, frustrated with Vincent’s lack

is it true what you said five years ago about Kristin squeezing five million out

“What’s gotten into you today? With everything

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need to know if it was true,” Vincent insisted, his

remember?” Nicola rolled her eyes, moving toward the window with her coffee, “Let’s focus on the real Issue here. Holcomb is furious with Rhett, and with the board members present, he’s bound to make a decision. If you can secure tnore shares than Rhett, we can kick him out

out of the FitzGerald Group and the

FitzGerald Group, without the family name, Rhett would have no standing, no

fists and stood

to convince Holcomb to hand over the company

wouldn’t be outdone by Rhett.

backing of the FitzGerald Group, what would Rhett

ashes? Starting from scratch? Vincent would never

understand what he had been through over the

worthless.

threat,”

sympathy, she knows

weren’t for the Haywoods‘ tarnished reputation, I’d actually consider pairing you with Hertha. A woman like that could really

hearing this,” Vincent frowned, signaling Nicola to

batty as a bedbug. If it weren’t for her status as a true–blue Turner heiress, she’d be nothing. Frankly, I wish she’d just kick the bucket and be done with it.” Nicola snorted

upset, “Watch it, bad luck might hear you.”

he stormed out of the office.

the FitzGerald Group building, the

shifted its gaze to Hertha after her suicide