When the Boss’ Lady Became His Sister-in-law (Kristin and Garner) novel Chapter 59

Chapter 59 

At Room 3688. 

Rhett pushed open the door and strode in with a stormy look on his face. 

A few big shots were getting sloshed, with girls in their arms and others hanging around, in an atmosphere dripping with extravagance. 

With a slight frown, Rhett cast a cold glance around the room but didn’t spot Kristin. 

Oddly, he breathed a sigh of relief. 

“Who’s Harriet?” York threw out the question. 

The bosses were too buzzed to catch York’s words. 

York flipped on the lights and killed the music, his voice dropping an octave. “Who is Harriet?” 

Being Rhett’s assistant. York carried himself with more swagger than the average flunky with the chops to back it up. 

One of the bosses glared at York, irked. “And you are…?” 

Someone got a good look at Rhett and shot to their feet in a drunken haze, half–thinking they were hallucinating…. Mr. Fitzgerald?” 

Harriet stood up in shock, too. “Mr. Fitzgerald?” 

None of those nightclub ladies wouldn’t recognize Rhett. They knew each and every business tycoon. 

“Mr. Fitzgerald! What brings you to Crescendo Town without a heads–up? We could’ve rolled out the red carpet,” the manager burst in, all flustered. “Mr. Fitzgerald, what’s this all about?” 

Harriet eyed Rhett nervously. The man was just too dashing. 

Being loaded and influential, Rhett was extremely attractive to all women. 

Harriet put on a sultry smile, her voice dropping to a murmur. “Mr. Fitzgerald… are you looking for me?” 

“Where’s Kristin?” Rhett didn’t want to beat around the bush, his frown deepening as her sidestepped the incoming manager. He hated women crowding him. 

York quickly stepped in between, blocking any female advances. “Kristin lives with you, right? Where is she?” 

Harriet was taken aback before it clicked. 

Rhett was from the Fitzgerald family, and he was Vincent’s older brother. 

With Rhett storming in like this and Kristin having bolted from Silvergrove City…. 

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“Mr. Fitzgerald… what do you mean? I’ve no clue what you’re on about,” Harriet instinctively. guarded Kristin. 

York cut the crap. “Do you think we’d be here if we hadn’t done our investigation?” 

“Mr. Fitzgerald, you mean Kristin Collins, correct?” The manager didn’t dare cross Rhett, pretty sure who Rhett was referring to. “She clocked out ages ago.” 

“Call her,” Rhett ordered Harriet to reach out to Kristin. 

“No phone on her,” Harriet didn’t bother lying. “She might be at my place.” 

“I just came from yours, and she’s not there,” Rhett replied, slightly irritated. 

Harriet paused. “Then… then I really don’t know. She’s bound to show up for work tomorrow. maybe you can check back then?” 

Eager to alert Kristin, she had no idea where the girl could have disappeared to. 

At the villa of Marigold Manor. 

Kristin came up and sat nervously in the car, refusing to get out. 

James leaned on the car door, watching her with a smirk. “Scared I’ll gobble you up?” 

Kristin clammed up, her hands almost bruising from the grip. 

Taking this step meant no turning back. 

But Summer was waiting, his condition couldn’t drag on. They needed to pin down the illness and settle on a treatment plan pronto. 

She needed cash and Summer needed to hit the books. 

“Just three years… right?” Kristin stepped out of the car, her voice barely above a whisper. 

James nodded. “Yeah.” 

Kristin clutched her clothes, murmuring, “Tomorrow… I’ll go for the medical check–up.” 

Everyone at the club knew James wasn’t one to dabble with the girls there easily. His standards were sky–high. Passing a health check was step one to being his lady. 

James blinked, then turned to head into the living room. 

Kristin was still a native girl. 

Those eyes once shone with innocence and stupidity, but now seemed to harbor just the latter. 

“Come on in, I won’t touch you tonight.” Seeing Kristin still hesitating at the door, James spoke up again. 

Kristin exhaled in relief and slowly made her way inside. 

James‘ place was massive and sparse, clear signs of his solo living. The place was a bit of a 

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mess and he didn’t seem to have a maid. 

While James showered, Kristin, bored and standing around, started tidying up. 

By the time James reemerged, the living room had transformed. 

Awkwardly, Kristin stood aside. “I just… cleaned up a bit.” 

James didn’t respond but led Kristin to the door, registering her lace and fingerprints on the 

security lock. I’m not home much. You stay here.” 

Kristin blinked, her mouth opening then closing without a word. Was James this generous with. every girt? 

“Hit the sack,” James motioned for Kristin to go to bed. 

Kristin entered the quest room, but James was far from sleepy. 

Five years back, when Kristin got slapped with extortion charges by Vincent and Clarence, it was his idea. 

He was the one who nudged Vincent, hoping to corner Kristin into submission. 

He thought that when Kristin was pushed to the brink, she’d agree to any terms he laid out. But Kristin refused. 

In court, she stunned everyone by pleading guilty. 

James was there that day. He wanted to pull Vincent back, but it was too late. 

Kristin back then, stubborn and infuriatingly proud… 

He despised her iron spine, like a white rose blooming against the storm, uncrushable by the fiercest gales. 

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Never bested by a woman, James perversely longed to see her edges worn down. 

In her third year of prison, with good behavior, there was a shot at early release. 

Vincent and Clarence were up to some shady dealings behind closed doors.