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

Chapter 181

At the Thyme Tavern, Rhett had made a reservation well in advance, ensuring he, Summer, and Kristin could dine without any disturbances.

Unbeknownst to Kristin, at that very moment, back at the FitzGerald Group’s lounge, two men were fighting over her.

Mr. FitzGerald, it’s all taken care of. Kenney got a good thrashing from Tam and ended up in the hospital. He won’t be causing trouble for a while,” York reported over the phone to Rhett.

Kristin eyed Rhett cautiously as he stepped aside to take the call, feeling uncertain.

“Mom, this place looks expensivę,” Summer whispered.

Kristin smiled at her son, saying gently, “If you study hard and grow strong, one day when you’ve made your own money, maybe you can invite… Mr. FitzGerald here for dinner, okay?”

Summer blinked. “He’s Dad…”

Kristin glanced around and whispered, “Summer, Mr. FitzGerald was just comforting you. You can’t take it seriously. He… will be someone else’s dad someday.”

Worried her son might be set up for disappointment, Kristin tried to console him gently.

Summer’s eyes reddened slightly, and he looked down, feeling a bit hurt. “I don’t want him to be someone else’s dad.”

“Summer… you can’t think like that. Mr. FitzGerald will get married eventually, and he’ll have his own kids, so…” Kristin’s fingers tensed. “I’m sorry, Summer. I will give you a complete home, okay?”

“You did nothing wrong, Mom.” Summer cupped Kristin’s cheeks and cooed softly.

“Auntie Kristin, where did Uncle Rhett go?” Milo, the little boy who seemed lost without a home, clung to Summer every day.

Unable to shake off the persistent little tag–along, Summer had no choice but to bring him along.

“He went to make a call,” Kristin said, ruffling Milo’s hair with a smile.

“Good evening, are you ready to order?” The waiter looked down at Kristin and Summer with a less–than–friendly attitude. After all, high–end establishments like this were known for their snobbery.

Kristin and Summer were dressed simply, but Milo’s outfit was clearly expensive. Even his little shoes were a

limited edition, costing a pretty penny.

“Just… just a moment,” Kristin nodded, her social anxiety showing through.

Summer counted his fingers. “I want to treat Dad to dinner. My uncle gave me some pocket money; I’ve been saving for a long time.”

aback for a second,

at the waiter, pulling out a wad of cash from his little cross–body bag, with bills

hundred–dollar bill.

The waiter laughed mockingly. “Kid, that won’t even

too pricey. Should we go somewhere else?” Summer asked Kristin in a

wait for Rhett to return before suggesting they go

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order then, please leave Don’t waste our time: reservations here s water said impatiently,

and this lady, or you’re definitely going to regret it,” Milo stated angrily, slamming the table and pouting

child’s threat. “Little one, whose child are you? Do you know who owns

“Who?” Milo asked.

not for just anyone. Bee that table over there? Do you

to a corner table.

only two tables

heard of her.” She knew of Patty, the leading lady of SilverScreen Entertainment and a top–tier celebrity who

even while she was in jail; the women there envied Patty, believing she was the

not ordering, why are you still sitting here?” The waiter urged Kristin

Milo yelled,

in, looking in good spirits.

it clear: if Kenney caused any more trouble at

his cousin Tam as

to Summer and Aunt Kristin,” Milo shouted.

he

covering his mouth in shock. “Mr.

Rhett who brought them? How could someone like Rhett, a top–tier billionaire, bring such plainly dressed women to dine here?

never occurred to her that Rhett

tried to explain.

stepping in to defuse the situation. “No, it’s not that. Summer wanted to treat you to dinner, but he only has five hundred dollars, so… he can’t afford this place.”

softly, not wanting to embarrass Rhett.

face a mix of surprise and amusement. “Summer wants to

eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Dad? Rhett had a

that his faded shirt was

cash with glee. “Been

in his arms, casting a shadowed glance at