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

Chapter 22

“Vincent! You’re a beast,” Caleb was itching to charge forward but got blocked by Vincent’s

crew.

“Mr. Gladstone, you best sit tight and watch.” They were helpless. After all, it was Vincent, a member of the FitzGerald family, Rhett’s younger brother.

In Silvergrove City, who’d dare to pick a fight with the FitzGeralds?

Who’d have the nerve to take on Rhett?

Everyone sucked up to Vincent not because of who he was but because he was Rhett’s brother. “Caleb, keep your cool. If you don’t throw a punch, I’ll tell my brother to put in a good word for you with Mr. Bryce,” Vincent said mockingly, using the Gladstone Group to threaten Caleb.

He bet Caleb, the yellow–bellied guy, would cave for his interests.

He just wanted Kristin to see what kind of a man Caleb was.

“Let me go…” Kristin pleaded through tears. “Vincent, please, let me go.”

But begging was useless. Kristin should’ve known that by then.

A few guys roughly grabbed Kristin, pushing her down on the couch, trying to rip her clothes off. Kristin cried and struggled, but it was no use.

“Help me… please, help me…” Kristin looked to Caleb for rescue, feeling like she’d fallen into an icy pit, cold and suffocating.

Caleb’s Adam’s apple bobbed as he wanted to step forward, but he hesitated.

Without the Gladstone Group, he’d be another doormat in their circle. Fingers clenched until they shook, Caleb looked away.

He hadn’t expected that Ms. Turner, once so untouchable, would be brought so low by this

crowd.

That blooming white rose was nothing but withered petals.

was like he wanted to strip Kristin of all her thorns, of every shining part, drag her through the mud, and

Caleb with despair, no longer

these people possibly save her?

helplessly on the couch, Kristin ceased her futile attempts to fight.

open, seeing her body

Chapter 22

ensured she received “special treatment” – a daily dose of bullying. Those bruises

is this chick sick or what? What’s with all these bruises?” Someone said with disgust, instinctively letting go.

a good time but not

backed off from Kristin.

who knows how many guys she’s been with. She’s filthy. Vincent, we don’t do sloppy seconds.”

eyes empty, not

cruelest way to destroy a girl

through this back in high

her back then, and Kristin would find love letters on her desk

persistent

Kristin,

that Kristin had already slept with guys, putting

many times over these rumors and was bullied by the girls in her

spilled pig blood on her ballet costume

↑ dance shoes.

no one daring to

then, Kristin had seen Vincent as her redemption, a beam of light in her

she’s

take her if she was

well because of Kristin. Tam surely wouldn’t

be here

lay on the couch, listening

up, Kristin pulled at her clothes, realizing all the buttons had been torn off.

cry, because there were

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