When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law (Kristin and Garner) novel Chapter 137

Chapter 137 

“Seriously?” Kristin was tinged with disbelief with a hint of denial nestled in the curve of her words. 

“You’re not considering marrying me into the Haywood family, are you?” Rhett lounged on the couch, his question floating through the air with a casual detachment. 

Kristin hung open her mouth, a silent gap before words finally found their way out. “Mr. FitzGerald, at this juncture, an alliance with the Haywood family would be most advantageous for your position in the FitzGerald Group.” 

“Do I need to auction off my marital bliss for a more secure standing?” Rhett shot back, his tone laced with a touch of irony. 

A sharp breath of cool air escaped Kristin, the realization striking her that perhaps. It wasn’t entirely necessary. “But it would smooth over a lot of complications.” 

“And what would be the point of our partnership then?” Rhett couldn’t help the naivety of Kristin’s little schemes. When would she get a clue? 

Panic flickered in Kristin’s eyes. 

but want to laugh at 

Rhett implied that if he were to join fortunes with the Haywood family, her presence would be rendered obsolete. And it seemed so very true. 

The Haywood family could offer a permanent solution, which was something she couldn’t provide. 

Tears reddened her eyes as she looked down at her hands. “Then… when do you plan to divorce me. Mr. FitzGerald?” 

What was she to do? Was this the end of her relationship with Rhett? Fear clawed at her heart. 

Adrienne was lurking in the shadows, waiting to strike. Without Rhett, who would shield her 

from the storm? 

“If you don’t want to lose your worth, take good care of me,” Rhett teased, urging her to be more astute. The next time she saw Hertha lurking around, Kristin would better protect him well. 

The scare from the night before and the prospect of failing Rhett again brought Kristin closer to tears. Was he reproaching her for not keeping him safe? 

“Okay. Mr. FitzGerald, I understand.” From now on, she would test Rhett’s drinks for poison first. 

She would intercept any drink Rhett shouldn’t have and take the sip herself. 

Rhett eyed Kristin skeptically. Did she get it or was she just pretending? Why did her expression carry such pain? Had the previous night’s events truly frightened her? 

“Alright, go to sleep.” Rhett finally said, dropping the playful banter and giving her permission to 

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rest. 

But sleep was the furthest thing from Kristin’s mind as she curled up, shivering beneath the 

covers. 

She had feared the nightmares would keep her awake, but exhaustion claimed her quickly. She fell into a deep slumber, comforted by Rhett’s familiar scent that lingered in the room and on the bed. 

Enveloped in the warmth of the blankets, Kristin hid herself away from the world, her mind sinking into a peaceful oblivion. 

Meanwhile, Rhett sat through a video conference, silent as a ghost. 

Not wanting to disturb Kristin, he kept the volume low. 

In the conference room, the senior staff were taken aback. “Mr. FitzGerald, this afternoon’s bidding will be fierce. Several companies are strong contenders,” they said, concerned. 

Rhett merely responded with a faint “well“. 

“Mr. FitzGerald, for the next quarter’s departmental…” 

“No…” Suddenly, Kristin’s restless sleep was punctuated by a distressed whimper, her voice tinged with tears. 

Rhett shot a worried glance her way and made a hushing gesture to the people on the other end 

of the call. 

Back in the conference room, the staff were stunned. It was clear that Rhett was in a hotel and there was someone else in his room! 

Rhett stood and moved to the bedside, gently pulling down the blankets with a tender smile. “You know, you will suffocate under there,” he chided softly. 

“Don’t leave me, Clarence. Please don’t go,” Kristin pleaded from within her cocoon of blankets. tormented by nightmares. 

For years, Kristin had been haunted by dark dreams. The most despairing was that Clarence abandoned her to the mercy of a stranger’s vile intentions. 

A complex emotion flickered in Rhett’s eyes with a twinge of pain at his heart. 

Why hadn’t he met Kristin sooner to protect her? 

Had he been the one to know her first instead of Vincent, perhaps she wouldn’t have had to endure so much. 

“Don’t be afraid, I’m here,” Rhett soothed, his voice a gentle balm. 

On the other end of the video call, the conference room was shrouded in silence. They couldn’t see what was happening, but they could faintly hear Rhett’s comforting tone, so tender. 

It was shocking. 

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Despite working at the FitzGerald Group for years, they had never witnessed this side of Rhett. 

“It’s Hertha. We’ve seen the news. Reporters have been buzzing about Mr. FitzGerald and Hertha entering the hotel together and going into the same room,” they whispered among themselves. 

Some female staffers giggled quietly. “Ms. Haywood is lucky to have Mr. FitzGerald so 

smitten. 

“The Haywood family is a decent family after all, recognized by our chairman.” 

It was a while before Rhett returned to the call, resuming his usual frosty demeanor. “All departments will submit their reports to their supervisors for review. The Vice President of Operations is retiring, so send the reports to me. As for the succession, think about who you’d recommend and we’ll discuss it when I return.” 

Rhett spoke with a hint of deeper intent. Upon his return, he would begin a thorough cleanse of the company. 

Holcomb thought he could use the company to threaten him. Well, he’d just have to wait and 

see. 

In Hertha’s room. 

“Ms Haywood, I’ve informed Holcomb of the situation here, claiming you took care of Mr. FitzGerald all night. He is very pleased.” Randall reported over the phone. 

“Randall, you’ve done well. Once I marry into the FitzGerald family and join the company. I’ll make sure to promote you.” Hertha responded with a smile. 

“Then here’s to you, the future CEO’s wife,” replied Randall, always the smooth talker. 

“Listen, Randall, I overheard some chatter at the hotel that Rhett is digging into last night’s fiasco. It’s only a matter of time before he traces it back to you. You’ve gotta know what to spill. and what to keep under wraps,” Hertha cautioned Randall with a conspiratorial tone. 

Randall felt a surge of anxiety. “Ms. Haywood, you’ve gotta have my back. Everything I did is for 

you.” 

“Don’t worry. As long as I’m around, even if Rhett sniffs out your trail, he can’t touch you. You’re Holcomb’s guy. He’d need Holcomb’s nod to fire you. Besides, with me in your corner, Rhett is bound to cool off sooner or later,” Hertha reassured him, her words a soothing balm to his frayed nerves.