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.

Miss Hertha is threatening suicide. She’s distraught. We’ve

at his assistant, “Call Rhett and tell him to

had indeed crossed the

would not let

the conference

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

mood was somber, his gaze fixated on a photo on

the tiny mole on Kristin’s left hand, and

had been biding his time

Vincent remained silent.

come,”

cut off his

had

snapped, frustrated with Vincent’s

“Mom, is it true what you said five years

today? With everything going on, why bring this

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pter

know if it was true,” Vincent insisted,

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

to see Rhett out of the FitzGerald Group and

name, Rhett

fists and stood

do everything to convince Holcomb to hand

outdone

of the FitzGerald

scratch? Vincent would never allow him the chance to rise

him understand what he had been through over

worthless.

suicide threat,” Nicola commented as

any public sympathy, she knows

actually consider pairing you with Hertha. A woman

wouldn’t like hearing this,”

a bedbug. If it weren’t for her status as a true–blue Turner heiress, she’d

“Watch it, bad luck

he stormed out of the office.

FitzGerald Group building, the place was swarming

media circus had shifted its gaze to