Chapter 29


    Kristin was staring at Rhett like a deer in headlights, her fingers tingling like crazy


    Rhett looked at her and reached out “Give me your hand


    Like she was possessed or something, Kristin moved her hand toward him, but then she snatched it


    back just before touching him, shrinking away in fear “Dirty I’m dirty”


    She felt filthy and unworthy as if she’d contaminate Rhett


    In her eyes, Rhett was Mr. Perfect, a god like figure. She shouldn’t tarnish him, not even a


    little bit


    Rhett frowned again, not sure why he was even bothering with her. “Put it on yourself, or you’ll


    scar


    Kristin was pale as a ghost, her fingers delicate and soft, making the burn look more shocking.


    She was like a pristine piece of art, stunning but oh–so–fragile.


    Scared, Kristin watched Rhett, reached out to snatch the ointment quickly, and curled back


    1. up.


    A grin tugged at Rhett’s lips. She reminded him of a defensive stray cat on the streets, always on high


    alert, paws at the ready, but too scared to throw a swipe.


    What was she so scared of? That kid named Summer?


    “Rhett… you’re back.” Outside, Vincent pushed the door and walked in.


    Rhett’s face darkened in a heartbeat. He yanked the curtains closed to hide Kristin, giving Vincent the


    cold eye. “Ever heard of knocking?”


    Vincent was stunned, quickly lowering his head and whispering, “Sorry, Rhett. The nanny said you


    were back.”


    “Did you go behind my back and contact Mr. Bryce at Aurora Tech?” Rhett asked with an icy


    tone.


    Vincent kept his head down, scrambling to exin, “Rhett, Caleb is Eve’s husband and part of the


    FitzGerald family. I just wanted to help him and didn’t mean to keep you in the dark. I thought you were


    too busy.”


    In front of Rhett, Vincent could never hold his head high. With Rhett around, he was always second


    best, whether at work or home.


    Rhett was just too good, making Vincent, who was not too shabby, look like a total loser.


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    Behind the curtain, Kristin shrank back, listening quietly. Her heart was racing. And she didn’t even


    dare breathe too loud.


    When she was with Vincent, he’d often whine about how the family would be better off without Rhett,


    even wishing him dead.


    Kristin wouldfort Vincent, telling him to stopparing since they both had their strengths. But


    Vincent was always green with envy over Rhett and everything he had.


    Staring at the ointment on her hand, Kristin fell silent for a long time.


    In the entire Silvergrove City, only Rhett could protect her, Summer, and Garner. If she…


    Startled by her thoughts, Kristin hugged herself, breathing rapidly.


    No, she couldn’t. How could someone as dirty as her even think about making a move on Rhett?


    Crossing Rhett would only make things a hundred times worse than they already were.


    What was she even thinking? How ridiculous it was to dare to fancy Rhett.


    “I told you the dstone family’s mess wasn’t that simple. We’d best steer clear of it. You got that?”


    Rhett’s presence was icy as he red at Vincent, thinking he was stupid.


    “But… we’re family,” Vincent mumbled an excuse.


    “Humph,” Rhett let out a mockingugh.


    Too tired to lecture, he knew the dstone Group had been too bold in the past, and no one could


    save them now. When the copse came, Vincent and Hob would be running for cover, yet here


    he was talking about family.


    “Don’t contact Mr. Bryce anymore. Don’t drag the FitzGerald family’s name through the mud,” Rhett


    warned Vincent.


    Vincent clenched his fists, head bowed, “Yes…”


    “Get out,” Rhett said, ncing behind the curtain again. “Heard you brought Ruby home?”


    Vincent stiffened mid–stride. Rhett never poked his nose into family stuff. “Yeah, it’s easier to


    look after her.”


    “I don’t want a piece of the Turner, family drama, but watch yourself,” Rhett warned again. “Don’t stir up


    trouble.”


    Rhett was hinting at Vincent not to push Kristin too far.


    Vincent nodded and left the study in anger.


    Why the hell did Rhett always have to keep him down or stop him from contacting the big shots at the


    FitzGerald Group? Was he afraid he’d get real power one day?


    Hmph, he’d keep schmoozing with those big shots no matter what Rhett thought. He wasn’t going to be


    under Rhett’s thumb forever.


    “Where’s Kristin?” Vincent snapped in a foul mood.


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    The nanny was puzzled, too. “Mr. Vincent, I’ve got no idea where she’s hiding. I didn’t see her. She’s


    always up to no good, if not stealing, thenzing around.”


    Vincent irked, smashed a cup on the table. “Karl Smith’s son isn’t married yet, is he?”


    The nanny jumped, quickly replying, “Nope. His son is violent and always hits others. Who’d marry


    him? Someone he beat up is still in a rehab clinic, scared out of his wits.”


    Vincent frowned. “Bring his son over tomorrow.”


    He’d show her what would happen when she betrayed him if Kristin still wouldn’t spill about that


    mystery man..