Chapter 95


    Rhett lounged on the sofa opposite Hob, allid–back–like. “Yeah.”


    “We must sort out Vincent’s mess ASAP. The big wigs and the board are starting to make noise. After


    all, Vincent is your brother, part of the FitzGerald family through and through. We’re in this together, for


    better or worse.” Hob reminded Rhett not to overdo it.


    “I can lend a hand to Nic and help out Vincent. And If I have to, convincing Kristin to marry me isn’t


    off the table,” Rhett said with a smirk, sounding like he was ready to wheel and deal.


    In the room, perking up at the mention of help, Nic ditched the oxygen and bolted out in her slippers.


    “Rhett, you are back! Your brother…”


    “I’ve tried every trick in the book. The Turner family and you guys have backed Kristin into at corner.


    She’s got no way out except to marry into the FitzGerald family to save her skin, so pushing her to drop


    the case by other means is off the table,” Rhettid his cards on the table.


    “Rhett, how about we bluff her? Agree for now and tie the knot on paper. Once this storm blows over,


    we’ll deal with her. It’s just Kristin,” Nic cajoled Rhett in a rush.


    “I could marry Kristin,” Rhett said, cool as a cucumber.


    Hob frowned and refused, “No can do. Rhett’s reputation is on the line, too, and that’s tied to our


    family’s reputation.”


    Rhett scoffed. In Hob’s eyes, the family’s reputation was more precious than his son’s.


    “Hob!” Nic was choking up in desperation. “Even if it’s just to keep Kristin quiet, a secret


    marriage will do. No one needs to know. Vincent’s your son, too, and you can’t y favorites. If he gets


    jailed, it’ll wreck his life.”


    Hob raised a hand to his forehead, clearly getting a headache.


    “If I’m to take the fall, no problem. But shouldn’t I get some security for what’s mine. Dad?” Rhett cut to


    the chase.


    Nic was stunned, knowing Rhett wouldn’t fold easily.


    “If I’m married, I can waltz into the notary office and im what’s mine. Grandpa’s and Mom’s shares


    are all mine. You got any objections to that, Dad?” Rhett eyed Hob.


    “No way!” Nic protested before Hob could get a word in. “It’s not like… Rhett, your grandpa got


    more than one grandson. Vincent’s his grandson, too. Those shares… you can’t hog them all.”


    Rhett snorted and stood up. “Then there’s nothing to talk about. Company policy is clear. Anyone with a


    criminal record, no excuses, can’t be part of the management.”


    Nic went pale, hands clenched in panic.


    Rhett had gone too far! He was in cahoots with Kristin to screw over her boy!


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    “Damn that evil Kristin.” she cursed inside.


    With a calcting glint in her eyes, Nic could onlypromise for the time. “If Lucius left a will, I’ve


    got no beef with it.”


    Hob nced up at Rhett. It was at that moment he became aware Rhett had grown up.


    “I’ve got no beef with it,” Hob finally sald.


    “As for the shares you’re holding, Dad, whoever you want to give them to, that’s your call,” Rhett said,


    not bothering to vie for the scraps in Hob’s hands. He could give them all to Vincent if he thought it


    was right.


    Whether they kept up this sad excuse for a father–son rtionship was on Hob.


    Nic was fuming, fists clenched.


    “Easy, first things first, I have to get Vincent out. If Rhett kicked the bucket by chance, or if I got dirt on


    him, I could still fight for those shares.” she thought, “Plus, marrying Kristin? That was a ticking time


    bomb and a permanent stain on Rhett’s life.”


    “Tomorrow, I’ll take Kristin to the notary’s office. I expect you to be there as a witness, Dad,”


    Rhett straightened his tie and left without a second look”


    He wasn’t worried about Nic spilling the beans on his marriage to Kristin. Hob was the kind


    who’d bury family dirt to save face. He’d probably prefer to keep this under wraps.


    “Hob, look at Rhett. He’s openly grabbing for the family shares now. Lucius‘ shares were to include


    Vincent, how can you hand them over like that?” Nic broke down in tears, ying up the sympathy


    card with Hob.


    Hob’s face darkened, cursing, “Look at the good son you’ve raised! Father’sst wishes are in his


    will!”


    Nic turned a shade of green, biting back her dissatisfaction, fists still clenched. She wouldn’t let


    Rhett have thestugh ande out on top.


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    Kristin had been waiting on the sofa for ages at Rhett’s vi. Being in unfamiliar territory, she dared not


    to move around, opting to crash on the couch for a bit.


    Rhett rolled in at ten that night. Coming home to find Kristin on the sofa, he paused, instinctively


    treading lightly.


    Ditching his suit jacket and loosening his tie, Rhett thought he’d be all weirded out by having a strange


    woman in his space. But seeing Kristin asleep on the couch didn’t bug him.


    “Mr. FitzGerald!” Kristin woke up to see Rhett’s homing and sat up in a panic, nervously fixing her


    hair.


    “Had dinner yet?” Rhett nced at the clock.


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    Kristin shook her head, meaning no.


    No Rhett, no chet. The chefs‘ schedules were all managed by York.


    Rhett’s brows knitted in displeasure, clearly unimpressed by York’s disregard..


    “… I made dinner. There’s stuff in the fridge. Mr. FitzGerald, you could grab a bite if you don’t turn your


    nose up at it.” Kristin quickly rose and headed to the kitchen to bring out the


    still–warm food.


    Rhett had already eaten and was about to decline, He was a bit of a clean freak, not really into eating


    meals cooked by someone who wasn’t his usual chel,


    But then, he remembered the mouth–watering meal Kristin had whipped up for Crescendo Town, and


    out of the blue, he found himself wanting to try it.


    He got up and walked into the dining room, eyeing the spread on the table.


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    It was simple home cooking, including stewed beef, two tes of spaghetti, some vegetable sd, and


    m chowder.


    Unlike the fancy schmancy stuff from a Michelin–star chef, Kristin’s dishes weren’t eye candy but had


    this inexplicable homey vibe.


    Rhett took a seat, picked up the fork, and took a taste.


    If York had been present, he probably would have dropped his jaw in disbelief.


    Kristin watched Rhett expectantly. Her cooking skills weren’t anything to write home about, but she’d


    put her heart into it.


    Rhett nced up at Kristin, catching the hopeful look in her eyes, and almost instinctively took a few


    more bites. “Tastes good.”


    “I washed the veggies well,” Kristin said, holding her fork and shing a cautious smile.


    If Rhett said it was tasty, It was all good.


    Rhett’s hand, holding the fork, paused as he looked at Kristin. “If you’re up for it, you can take over the


    cooking. I’ll pay you extra for it.”


    Kristin sprang to her feet and started waving her hands. “No, no need for pay. I can cook, and I’ll learn


    more dishes. You don’t have to pay me.”


    That was more than enough for her.


    Rhett didn’t want to pile on the pressure for Kristin, so he nodded. “Come with me to the notary’s office


    tomorrow. Hob and Nic will be there, too. Don’t be scared. I’ll be with you.”


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