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

Kenney, don’t you feel ashamed causing a scene here? York frowned.

I told you I want to see Rhett or Kristin. What’s with this treatment? Am I not good enough?” Kenney huffed, sitting down like he owned the place.

The receptionist offered him coffee, which he ignored. Material © of NôvelDrama.Org.

“Here’s the situation, you know Tam, right? I hear you were classmates. He just called saying you’re a deadbent, claiming you had nothing to do with Kristin, that you’re a liar,” York said with a sly smile.

“Who?” Kenney looked at York with rage, “Tam?”

York nodded, smiling.

“Tam? What is he, a joke? Just because he couldn’t get Kristin, he calls me lowlifes? Back in the day, when he had his eyes on Kristin, he was worse than a lowlife. Just a lapdog, always panting after her. And what did he get? Kristin wouldn’t give him the time of day, and she ended up with me,” Kenney boasted with a

sneer.

Kenney sneered, sarcastically saying that Tam was Kristin’s lapdog before.

When she was in school, Kristin was the goddess of the school, and countless boys pursued Kristin and had crushes on Kristin.

Tam was the most blatant one in Kristin’s pursuit. Vincent was the only one who got Kristin. Caleb grew up as a wimp and only dared to have crushes and express his likes secretly.

“Tam turned out to be a lapdog,” York asked with a grin.

“More than a lapdog, when Kristin went on stage to perform, he was the only one who jumped up and down under the stage. Those who didn’t know thought that Kristin was his girlfriend. In order to get into the same college as Kristin, he suddenly learned to stay up half the night.”

York kept a professional smile, turned off his phone’s recording, and sent the video to Tam with a message, “Kenney says you’re Kristin’s lapdog and that she’s his girl. He’s trashing you here.”

Tam, after watching the video, typed back, “What?”

York added, “Just a friendly heads up, Kristin is Mr. FitzGerald’s new favorite. If Mr. FitzGerald hears that Kenney’s causing trouble at The FitzGerald Group, you might get dragged into it too.”

Tam replied, “I got it.” He was still grounded at home over Ruby’s slander, his parents giving him the cold shoulder.

Did this damned Kenney have a death wish? Stirring trouble at The FitzGerald Group, crossing Rhett?

After a while, Tam messaged again, “I’ll be there in twenty minutes. Let him wait if he dares. Damn it, if he’s got a death wish, stay away from me. I’ve had enough bad luck this year.”

Tam was fuming as he barreled toward the FitzGerald Group headquarters.

York found Tam’s short fuse quite amusing, especially since it was crystal clear that Mr. FitzGerald was shamelessly exploiting Tam.

After silencing his phone, York turned to Kenney with a polite tone, “Mr. Kenney, I’d advise against discussing personal matters at work. The issues between you and Miss Kristin should probably be settled in private, don’t you think?”

“It won’t make a difference what you say. Kristin works here, doesn’t she?” Kenney drummed his fingers impatiently on the desk.

York nodded with feigned courtesy, “Yes, she does

Then I’m not leaving until I see her today!

Tim worry, but the workday has ended.”

York sighed, feeling a twinge of pity for Kenney.

Once Tam arrived, the office was going to turn into a circus.

Kennoy snorted, “Call her back in then. I’m not putting up with this kind of behavior.”

York managed a tight–lipped smile, “Then please, wait here. She’ll be back shortly.”

Rising from his seat, York had already briefed security to lock down the area after hours and keep outsiders at bay.

The stage was set for Tam to make an entrance.

“York,” Kenney continued to rant, “I have to see Kristin today. How dare she dump me like this? Do you have any idea how much money and effort I’ve invested in her? And now she’s cozying up to Mr. FitzGerald and thinks she can just get rid of me? No way.”

He was still tarnishing Kristin’s reputation when Tam screeched to a halt at the company’s entrance, charged in, and the tension skyrocketed.

York watched with a sardonic smile, signaling to security to secure the perimeter, away from prying eyes.

As the office cleared out, the confrontation was inevitable.

Tam, a former athlete with a notoriously explosive temper, had been under relentless pressure from his family to settle down. Now, he was a ticking time bomb with no outlet for his pent–up frustration.

York stood aside, the picture of calm, as he covertly dialed for an ambulance, expertly gauging the situation.