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?

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

when he saw Rhett

Summer and Kristin to the backyard, Rhett said nothing but looking down at his

Rhett. “You go wash up and change into something clean. I’ll

well. Anything unclean had to

said

in

FitzGerald wants was like searching for a needle

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

wheel nervously. “Mr. FitzGerald, that night at the hotel… the surveillance didn’t work, so nothing was recorded, and you didn’t have me investigate right after

darkened. “Are you blaming

Mr. FitzGerald, I didn’t mean that. It’s just, it’s been so many years, it’s hard to dig.” York thought he was trying to

temperament, he’d skin her alive and throw her in

Rhett for seven years and knew him best. Rhett was a man with a strong psychological need for cleanliness. Those women trying to

well.

woman managed to get into their

of that, several high–level executives at the FitzGerald Group got dragged into it. causing a major internal overhaul. After all, not many could scheme

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

still no sign.

disappearance, Rhett had his assistant start investigating, but too much time had passed. Where should

that night, which

won’t talk?” Rhett’s