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.”

second, then smiled at her son.

a wad of cash from his

hundred–dollar bill.

“Kid, that won’t even secure a reservation.”

is too pricey. Should we go somewhere else?” Summer asked

Rhett to return before suggesting they go to another

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time: reservations here

or you’re definitely going to regret it,” Milo

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

“Who?” Milo asked.

the SilverScreen Entertainment. It’s not for just anyone. Bee that table over there? Do you

gestured to a corner table.

were only two tables occupied that

lady of SilverScreen Entertainment and a top–tier celebrity who was rumored to have had a fling with Rhett.

believing she was the most likely candidate

you still sitting

yelled, frustrated.

then, Rhett walked in, looking in good spirits.

had made it clear: if Kenney caused any more trouble at the FitzGerald Group, he’d get beaten every time.

quite pleased with his cousin Tam as

is being mean to Summer and Aunt Kristin,” Milo shouted.

he approached. “What’s

Rhett, the waiter panicked, covering his

could someone like Rhett,

to her that Rhett would

tried to explain. “I’m so sorry, Mr. FitzGerald. This lady… I

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

softly, not wanting to embarrass Rhett.

mix of surprise and amusement. “Summer wants to treat Dad

waiter’s eyes nearly bulged out of her head. Dad? Rhett

modestly? Could it be that his faded shirt was

of cash with glee.

a shadowed glance at the waiter,