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

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Kristin found herself anxiously biting her lip, mulling over the card Rhett had given her

Could she splurge on a handbag? He wouldn’t mind, would he?

She stole a glance at the display case, then at the price tag.

Forget it. A handbag for over thirty grand?

Way too terrifying.

“What a loser, the supervisor sneered, catching Kristin’s hesitation and shock. “Everything on display here is just regular stock, and if you can’t afford that, you’ve got no right standing here.”

The supervisor pointed towards a private showroom. See that? Don’t even dream of stepping foot in there in your lifetime.”

Unless you’re dropping a cool million in our store, you don’t get to see what’s inside.

“Don’t look down on people,” Harriet chimed in, indicating that the supervisor was crossing the line.

Im looking down on her? If she can afford this thirty–thousand–dollar bag, I’ll bark like a dog,” the supervisor rolled her eyes. “If you can’t buy it, then scram and stop dragging our store’s reputation through the mud.”

Security came in to clear the area, ushering out the journalists and onlookers.

Fiona’s bodyguard and company representatives arrived, escorting her away.

Once Fiona left, the reporters followed suit, chasing after the story.

“I’m about to finish up here, wait two minutes for me, and I’ll take you out for some good eats,” Harriet patted Kristin’s head sympathetically.

She looked like the type that was easy to bully, no wonder she was picked on wherever she went. Because Kristin just seemed too easy to push around. Even a luxury store supervisor dared to bite at her.

Kristin nodded, waiting in place for Harriet.

“You’re not going anywhere, we have a meeting at noon!” The supervisor deliberately blocked Harriet, determined not to let her off work. “About letting your friend hang out in the store without buying anything, you’re going to need to explain that to the manager.” The supervisor said smugly. “The manager will be here any minute.”

Sure enough, the manager had arrived.

“Harriet, I’ve heard you’ve been leaking client confidentiality, allowing the press to swarm our guests and causing negative publicity?” The manager’s voice was stern and displeased. “As salespeople, no matter if it’s a mistress or a fling, we only care about performance! How are you going to compensate for the damage to the store?”

“It wasn’t Harriet’s doing, the man’s wife is my friend, and I was the one who called her over.” Kristin spoke up angrily; she wasn’t an employee of the store.

The manager, a woman of great poise dressed in high–end custom fashion, looked every bit as expensive as she sounded.

She sized Kristin up in her heels. “You’re a customer of ours?”

“Customer? Manager, this person couldn’t even afford a pair of our earrings,” the supervisor said mockingly.

“If you’re not a customer, how do you plan to compensate for the damages you’ve caused to our store?” the manager asked angrily.

“I was unaware that we’ve reached a point where my wife couldn’t afford to shop here?” Rhett’s voice was low and intimidating as he entered the store.

Everyone paused, turning around in shock at Rhett’s arrival.

“Mr… Mr. FitzGerald.” Kristin rushed over nervously, gesturing for him to be careful with his words in public…

“Boss?” The manager snapped back to reality, not quite catching what Rhett had just said.

Rhett pulled Kristin into his embrace, his intentions clear.

The supervisor went pale with fear.

Rhett? The Rhett FitzGerald of the FitzGerald Group? Wasn’t he supposed to be engaged to someone from the Haywood family?

After the initial shock, the supervisor/still looked disdainful, always quick to label others as mistresses, yet here she was, just another

secret lover.

“Harriet, according to Kris‘ preferences, whatever she likes, don’t worry about the price, make sure the latest designs are delivered to our home regularly,” Rhett said, effectively crediting the sales to Harriet.

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A whed in the These bags went worth the money, why don’t you just give me the cash instead.

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he chocked looking down at Aston who looked up at him so adorably Didn’t I give all my money over to you?”

nked to my main account there’s no spending limit, you can use it as you please,” Rhett said, ruffling Kristin’s

hat, then placed at Hamet Finished work? Let’s go grab some dinner.

Jumping with

cement–dinner with the boss!

the manager were too scared to speak, especially the manager, who approached anxiously. “Mr. FitzGerald, my gies, this was all a misunderstanding. I had no idea..

it seems you need to brush up on your management skills and improve your judgment when it comes to selecting your staff, Rhett advised the manager hinting at who should stay and who should go.Exclusive content © by Nô(v)el/Dr/ama.Org.

The supervisor was terrified, unable to speak to Rhett

Hamet rolled her eyes talk about judging a book by its cover.

At the FitzGerald Group headquarters

Holcomb sat in his office with a scowl, scrolling through the news on his phone.

Chairman… it’s all over the major platforms, the headlines… they’re all talking about the Haywood family… it’s tough to suppress.”

The FitzGerald Group’s PR and the Haywood family’s PR working together can’t suppress it?” Holcomb was shocked. “Does Rhett know bout this?

Apart from Rhett, who else could have the clout to leave the PR of both the FitzGerald Group and the Haywood family at a loss?

The Bryce family’s involvement?” Holcomb massaged his forehead. Was it James?

Look, its not that simple, this whole circus of entertainment reporters, social media influencers, and internet trolls – it’s a massive rowd, spread across the globe. Trying to tackle them one by one is like playing whack–a–mole at a state fair. They’re not just on lifferent platforms; they’re everywhere, and they’re not afraid of us or the Haywoods. There’s gotta be some heavy hitter backing hem….” The assistant said.

No one person can pull this off,” Holcomb said. “Looks like we’re up against more enemies than we thought.”

Whoever was stirring up this mess wasn’t working alone.”

We found some traces. Seems like ByteSpark Technologies is involved… They’ve been rising like a rocket these past few years. They on’t go head–to–head with the FitzGerald Group, but they’re climbing the ladder way too fast.”

olcomb stood up and peered out the window. “ByteSpark Technologies… Dig deeper. I want to know who’s really pulling the strings ehind their capital moves.”

e had to be careful. ByteSpark Technologies was now a serious threat to the FitzGerald Group’s dominance in the business world.

What about the press conference at 3:30 PM?” the assistant asked, wiping sweat from his forehead.

Cancel it! We’ll wait until the Haywoods‘ mess dies down before we do anything,” Holcomb snapped, clearly irked.

fter lunch, Rhett drove Kristin home.

he had been preoccupied with thoughts of taking on the Haywoods, having barely slept a wink last night.

/atching Kristin doze off in his arms, Rhett’s lips curled into a smile.

Mr. FitzGerald, the Haywood scandal has blown up,” one of his people reported.

hett raised an eyebrow, quite pleased. “My wife’s idea.”

ristin… she wasn’t just a box full of surprises; her intelligence stirred a deep sense of tenderness within him.

he was so smart, yet she had spent years enduring grievances and bullying in silence.

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She thought

at fault, abellys bying to alone.

Ha latest powe must have been for him as

en Rhen found the Bible under Kristin’s pois, he realized her

saw herself as a sinne

of forbearance were not just because she lacked a strong backer

Decieving someone else’s life for twenty one years, enjoying wit that she shouldn’t have a sinner. But Kristin detened so much better

she didn’t realize sha

Met dont pre your faith in God, trust in me,” Rhett whispered hoarsely, gently tracing the contours of her face.