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

Chapter 8

“Rhett…” Vincent was also scared, but meanwhile, he was shocked. Rhett, who always hated strangers getting close, acted so out of character.

“Rhett, sorry. Ruby had a car accident. She needs a kidney transplant. Kristin owes Ruby one, and I was afraid she might pull something sneaky, so I brought her home to stay for a few days,” Vincent quickly explained.

Rhett didn’t make a peep. He never liked to poke his nose into other people’s business, especially Vincent’s business.

“Get lost, kid,” Vincent said, reaching to grab Summer when he saw Rhett wasn’t responding.

But Summer clung to Rhett’s legs, hugging him like a koala bear.

Though small, Summer had learned to read the room. He could tell Vincent was a baddie, always picking on Mom, but this baddie seemed afraid of the man he was hugging.

Kristin was panicked and felt nothing but heartache. He was just a five–year–old child.

“Summer, Mommy will take you to find Daddy, okay?” Kristin coaxed softly.

“Then hurry and find that jerk to take this brat off our hands!” Vincent spat, unable to control his temper and pry Summer off.

Rhett looked at the little boy, smearing snot and tears all over his leg, and instead of getting mad, he felt a chuckle coming on.

A five–year–old kid….

“Are you my daddy? Will you be my daddy and protect Mommy?” Summer looked up innocently and asked.

Vincent’s face went darker. Did he believe a five–year–old could say something like that? It had to be Kristin’s doing, right?

up, soothing Summer. “Listen, he isn’t

let go when he saw Rhett didn’t respond to his question.

Kristin to the backyard, Rhett said nothing but looking down at his dirty pants.

hurried over, flustered, preparing a change of clothes for Rhett. “You go wash up and change into something clean.

Anything unclean had to be

need,” Rhett said

gasped in

to figure out what Mr. FitzGerald wants was like searching for a needle

his long, good–looking fingers. “York, it’s been six years. Haven’t

assistant gripped the steering wheel nervously. “Mr. FitzGerald, that night at the hotel… the surveillance didn’t work, so nothing was recorded,

darkened. “Are you blaming

been so many years, it’s hard

found that woman, with Rhett’s temperament, he’d skin her

knew him best. Rhett was a man with a strong psychological need for cleanliness. Those women trying to climb into

well.

managed to get into their untouchable Mr.

at the FitzGerald Group got dragged into it.

thinking it was only someone else’s tactic against him and that she would come out with her demands in

passed, yet there was still no sign. That made Rhett lose his

her disappearance, Rhett had his assistant start investigating, but too much time had passed. Where should they even begin with?

if Rhett had been drugged that night, which

talk?” Rhett’s voice grew