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

Chapter 226

Mr. FitzGerald.. Kristin got into the car, her voice tinged with nerves

Was Rhett mad at her?

Weren’t you let go from your job?” Rhett reminded her, his tone edged with a reminder she couldn’t avoid.

Kristin let out a sound of realization, finally catching on.

What should I call you then?” Rhett asked with a brooding look on his face.

“Well, I can’t keep calling you that,” Kristin muttered, feeling a flush of embarrassment at the formality of their titles.

“Too hot to handle?” Rhett was clearly irked, “Or am I not worthy?”

“No, that’s not it,” Kristin rushed, waving her hands frantically, her gaze dropping to her fidgeting fingers, “Are you angry with me?”

Rhett sighed and pulled her into a retaliatory kiss, “Why would I be angry?”

Kristin’s ears burned red as she cast a panicked glance around and thankfully the school entrance was mostly deserted.

“Did Hanson come looking for you?” she whispered.

“Growing a backbone? Going behind my back to contact Hanson?” Rhett drove with one hand, the other gripping Kristin’s hand tightly.

“It was just business,” Kristin sneaked a look at Rhett, trying to explain, “The Lewis family wants to establish themselves in Silvergrove City, a partnership with the FitzGerald Group seemed like a surefire way.”

“So you sold me out?” Rhett gritted his teeth, “Do you realize what you’re doing is akin to human trafficking?“–

Kristin stared at him, shocked. How did helping become trafficking?

“Mrs. Lewis‘ biological daughter still hasn’t been found, and they gave it a year. I thought that’d be enough time for you,” she ventured again.

“Is Hanson an idiot?” Rhett didn’t buy that Hanson would let Kristin off the hook so easily, “What else did you promise him?”

“Just to be his assistant, to help him secure the Larkspur Landing project,” Kristin said, her voice a diminishing whisper.

Rhett hit the brakes hard, pulling over.

The Larkspur Landing project was under the Turner family’s jurisdiction, with Clarence at the

Was Kristin really going to compete with Clarence for the project?

Frowning, Rhett looked at her. “Are you sure?”

helm.

out to hurt the Turner family,” Kristin’s anxiety was evident, her eyes reddening as she struggled to

feared Rhett would misinterpret

see her as a venomous snake, just like Hanson did.

Rhett felt a pang in his chest, but his grip on her hand was reassuring. “Kristin, you don’t owe anyone anything. Yes, the Turner family raised you for twenty–one years, but that’s no excuse

to steady her breath, her panic palpable.

Clarence will hurt you,” Rhett admitted, concerned that

past memories were torture for her every

“event

past years, but he couldn’t even bring himself

was afraid of losing control of

would it be for

Kristin shook her head.

a newfound determination, “I want to help

to be a woman

a beat, an overwhelming sense of suffocation enveloping him.

for Kristin sooner, for not being there to whisk her away when her true heritage was cruelly revealed six years ago, to give

what Kristin had endured over the years left Rhett feeling choked and

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but was hell bent on creating a secure

do what you want, and I’ll always have your back,” Rhett wanted to say she didn’t have to

seemed

restraining her, he’d rather give her the security she

decide to do, go for it. Win

Rhett, lost in thought for

what it felt like to have someone watching your back.

quick kiss, then immediately felt the urge

with a smirk, “You think you can flirt

stammered, her face flushed as she avoided

driving off towards home, “We’ll settle this at home. You owe me an explanation for wanting to be Hanson’s assistant. That’s the one thing I can’t agree to.”

“I can’t back

said sternly, his face darkening. Hanson was no good, no better than

“Why?” Kristin sniffled.

husband,” Rhett shot her a

sensation in her chest, and she shyly turned her gaze away, out the car window. Her cheeks

her heart had grown numb, yet it still knew

said I could do whatever I want,” Kristin murmured under

his molars, a mischievous glint in his