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.”

a second, then smiled at her son.

a wad of cash from his little cross–body bag, with bills of tens, twenties, and even a fifty, the largest

hundred–dollar bill.

laughed mockingly. “Kid, that won’t even secure

Should we go somewhere else?” Summer asked Kristin in a low voice.

return before suggesting

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waste our time: reservations here s water said impatiently, seeing Kristin hesitate to order,

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

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

“Who?” Milo asked.

restaurant is a high–end dining establishment under the SilverScreen Entertainment. It’s not for just anyone. Bee that table over there? Do you know who’s dining? It’s the A–list actress Patty. Ever heard of her?” The

a corner

there were only two

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

there envied Patty, believing she was the most

you’re not ordering, why are you still sitting here?” The waiter urged Kristin to leave.

yelled, frustrated.

in,

and Tam had made it clear: if Kenney caused

quite pleased with his cousin Tam as

mean to Summer and Aunt Kristin,”

furrowed as he

panicked, covering his mouth

it Rhett who brought them? How could someone like Rhett, a top–tier billionaire, bring such

to her that Rhett would be connected to

to

situation. “No, it’s not that. Summer wanted to treat you to dinner, but he only has

not wanting to

squatted in front of Summer, his face a mix of surprise and amusement. “Summer wants to treat Dad to dinner?”

of her head. Dad?

it be that his faded shirt was

clutched a wad of cash with glee.

Summer in his arms, casting a shadowed glance at