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?

Summer. “Listen, he isn’t your dad.”

and slowly let go when he saw Rhett didn’t respond to

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

“You go wash up and change into something clean. I’ll throw these pants

knew Rhett well. Anything unclean had to be

need,” Rhett said indifferently,

gasped in shock. No

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

in the car, Rhett looked out the window thoughtfully, tapping his long, good–looking fingers. “York,

night at the hotel… the surveillance didn’t work, so nothing was

“Are you blaming me?”

so many years, it’s hard to dig.” York thought he was trying to do

with Rhett’s temperament, he’d skin her alive and throw her in

man with a strong psychological need for cleanliness. Those women trying to climb into his bed never

well.

ago, some woman managed to get

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

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

there was still no sign. That made Rhett lose his patience.

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

drugged that night, which had

won’t talk?” Rhett’s voice grew