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.

Hertha is threatening suicide.

trembled with fury, pointing at his assistant, “Call Rhett and tell

indeed crossed

time, Holcomb would not let it

conference

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

fixated on a photo

Kristin’s left hand, and clearly, the woman in Rhett’s announcement photo was

his time all these years. I overestimated him,” Nicola chuckled, “Provoking Holcomb now is sheer

Vincent remained silent.

chance has come,” Nicola

should be ready to cut

had become uncontrollable.

even listening to me?” Nicola snapped, frustrated with Vincent’s lack of response.

snapped back to attention, asking softly, “Mom, is it true what you said five years ago about Kristin squeezing five million out of you?”

gotten into you today? With

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know if it was true,” Vincent insisted, his head throbbing painfully

She admitted it in court, 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

of the FitzGerald Group and the FitzGerald

the FitzGerald Group, without the family name, Rhett would have

his fists and stood tall,

to hand over the company

be outdone by Rhett.

the backing of the FitzGerald Group, what would Rhett be?

ashes? Starting from scratch? Vincent would never allow him the chance to

would crush Rhett, making him understand what he had been through

worthless.

suicide threat,” Nicola commented as sirens

public sympathy, she knows how to create

with Hertha. A woman

hearing this,” Vincent frowned, signaling Nicola to watch her

bedbug. If it weren’t for her status as a true–blue Turner heiress, she’d be nothing. Frankly, I wish she’d just

was visibly upset, “Watch it, bad luck might

stormed out of

Group building, the place

whole media circus had shifted its gaze to Hertha after