Chapter 215
In the upscale offices of the FitzGerald Group, Granger lounged on a plush leather couch, cracking
open a bag of roasted peanuts. “Madge is dodging the paternity test, something’s definitely fishy,” he
said, “I’ve done my homework. When Ruby was living with the Collinses, Madge treated her like a
princess. Even if she was just sucking up to her for being a rich heiress, it doesn’t make sense that
she’d turn on her own daughter that fast after getting her back.”
Rhett nodded in agreement. “It is suspicious.”
“But, this won’t stump me,” Granger said with a cocky raise of his eyebrow. “Give me a strand of
Garner’s hair and one from Kristin. I’ll run a DNA test and we’ll have our answers.”
Rhett leaned back in his armchair. “Always good to have you around in a pinch.”
“Listen to you,” Granger scoffed as he stood up, straightening his jacket. “How about a little advance for
my troubles? That sports car you boughtst year…”
Rhett cut him off. “Solve the problem first, then we’ll talk rewards.”
Granger shot him a disgusted look. “You are so pity as a rich guy. That car’s just collecting dust in your
garage. Are you waiting for it to rust into scrap metal?”
“Sorry, I’m a married man now,” Rhett said, a smug smile creeping across his face as he took a sip of
his coffee. “Everything I own, including that car, is now shared property with my wife.”
Granger’s mouth twitched in annoyance. Ever since Rhett had tricked Kristin into signing a prenup and
tied the knot, he had been acting like he was on top of the world.
“Puppy love, puppy love,” Granger spat out with a mix of envy and resentment. “Ends up with nothing
in the end.”
“I have a wife,” Rhett reminded him.
“Yeah, yeah,” Granger grumbled, grinding his mrs. “Go on then, make it official.”
Rhett raised an eyebrow. “Now you’re ying psychic?”
Granger was shocked, lunging toward Rhett, touching his forehead as if checking for fever, circling
around him in disbelief. “Have you been bewitched? Are you still the Rhett I know? You’re actually
considering going public with this? At a time like this, have you lost your mind?”
Rhett was supposed to be at the office today because the Haywoods were visiting the FitzGerald
Group, and the ce was swarming with reporters, probably awaiting the official announcement of the
marriage between the Haywood and FitzGerald families.
“Get out,” Rhett said with disdain. Ever since he got married, he didn’t feel like talking to single folks
anymore.
“Mr. FitzGerald, Mr. Hob is asking for you,” York called from outside, sounding a bit anxious.
“What’s the matter?” Rhett asked, his voice deep.
“He says… there’s a press conference scheduled for this afternoon to announce the marriage between
the Haywood and the FitzGerald families. He wants you to join them for lunch,” York gasped, his voice
shaking.
Rhett’s expression turned icy in an instant.
Drumming his fingers lightly on his desk, Rhett said in a hushed tone, “Let Hob know that I won’t
y ball with the Haywood family.”
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“Mr. FitzGerald… the board members are all here, and I think Mr. Hob is trying to corner you,” York
fretted.
Rhett could make a temporarypromise, even just for show.
The situation was critical.
Hob had called in the board andwyers, clearly nning a realignment of thepany’s share
distribution. If Rhett didn’tply and acknowledge the marriage to the Haywood family, Hob
would call a board meeting and strip Rhett of his CEO position at the FitzGerald Group.
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Rhett had told Kristin to take some time off, which made her suspect that trouble was brewing at the
FitzGerald Group.
Hob was about to make his move against Rhett.
“Kris, something on your mind?” Harriet asked, looking sharp in her sales associate zer.
Kristin snapped back to reality, epting the cup of water Harriet offered. “No… I’m okay.”
She was just a bit scared and worried for Rhett, fighting his battles alone at thepany.
“Harriet, what are you doing? Not attending to your work, chatting with someone who can’t afford luxury
goods?” The supervisor was
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obviously targeting Harriet with a tone of annoyance.
Harriet rolled her eyes.
Since day one at the job, the supervisor had it out for her because she was considered an ‘outsider.
While Harriet certainly had the looks for the job, her academic credentials and past weren’t exactly
ster.
“We don’t wee loiters here,” the supervisor said rudely, standing in front of Kristin.
Feeling ufortable, Kristin apologized, “Sorry… I was just leaving.”
“Don’t go!” Harriet said angrily, confronting the supervisor. “Don’t you dare! When your friendse in,
you gave them gifts and discounts. What’s wrong with my friending here?”
The supervisor sneered. “My friends are rich, their partners arepany bigwigs earning millions.
Does your friend evenpare?”
Harriet was speechless, her mouth agape, too angry to respond.
The fact that Rhett and Kristin’s rtionship was a secret meant that she couldn’t speak out to defend
them and didn’t want to cause them any trouble.
Kristin was about to speak up for Harriet when her phone rang. It was Rhett.
“I need to take this call, Kristin said nervously, quickly answering the phone.
“Mr… Mr. FitzGerald!” Kristin’s heart raced, fearing the worst.
Early this morning, as Kristin passed by the bustling street outside the FitzGerald Group headquarters,
she noticed a throng of reporters gathered there.
Rumor had it that today was the day the Haywoods and the FitzGeralds would unite their illustrious
families, with Hob scheduled to hold a press conference at three in the afternoon.
“Did you have breakfast?” Rhett asked softly, his voice tinged with concern.
Kristin stammered, unable to find her words, then cut to the chase. “Mr. FitzGerald, I heard from York
that Mr. Hob called for a board meeting, brought a team ofwyers, and threatened you over the
share distribution…”
Rhett fell silent, the weight of the moment lingering. Finally, he spoke in a deep voice. “That loudmouth
York… You shouldn’t listen to him.”
“Rhett…” Kristin hid in a quiet corner, her nerves frayed to the point of copse, forcing her to squat just
to muster the energy to speak. “Maybe… you should just agree to the arrangement with the Haywoods
for now, even if it’s just a temporary fix.”
Her voice was barely above a whisper, but she couldn’t help the tears welling up in her eyes.
She couldn’t bear the thought of Rhett and Hertha announcing their engagement.
She didn’t want to stand by as Rhett had a legitimate fiancée in the public eye. While she would remain
nothing more than a shadow, hidden away–a joke.
“You trying to get a rise out of me?” Rhett’s tone was clearly tinged with annoyance.
Kristin hung her head, tears clinging to her longshes. “No… I’m just scared…”
“Scared of what? Haven’t I told you to trust your man?” Rhett’s voice softened even more.
Kristin’s heart eased slightly, but she still med herself for not being able to help Rhett.
“Where are you?” he asked again.
“I’m at IF, I’m with Harriet…” Kristin hurriedly responded, wanting to ease his worries.
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“Harriet’s store? With all the bags and jewelry there, didn’t you find anything you like? You know you
can use the card I gave you for anything.”
Rhett suddenly remembered that since he gave Kristin a credit card, she hadn’t used it even once.
“No, no need, I don’t want anything.” Kristin/flushed. She had no desire for such luxuries.
Back when she was with the Turners, rence also liked to buy her expensive handbags, which she
found unnecessary–a thirty–dor bag couldst just as long.
“Wait there for me; I’lle to you, and we’ll have lunch together.”
Before Kristin could protest, Rhett ended the call.