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.”

taken aback for a second,

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

hundred–dollar bill.

“Kid, that

we go somewhere else?” Summer asked Kristin

Rhett to return before suggesting

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not going to order then, please leave Don’t waste our time: reservations here s water said impatiently, seeing Kristin hesitate

my sinole. You better apologize to Summer and this lady, or you’re definitely going to regret it,” Milo stated

child

“Who?” Milo asked.

for just anyone. Bee that table over there? Do you know who’s dining? It’s the A–list actress Patty. Ever heard

to a corner

only two tables

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 most likely candidate to become Mrs.

why are you still

yelled, frustrated.

then, Rhett walked in, looking in good spirits.

Tam had made it clear: if Kenney caused any more trouble at the FitzGerald Group,

was quite pleased with his cousin

is being mean to Summer

as he

Rhett, the waiter panicked, covering his mouth in shock.

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

occurred to her that Rhett would be connected to them.

the waiter quickly tried to explain. “I’m so sorry, Mr.

to treat

spoke softly, not wanting to embarrass Rhett.

Summer, his face a mix of surprise and

bulged out of her head. Dad? Rhett

And dressed so modestly? Could it be that his faded shirt was some sort of limited–edition new release?

wad of cash with glee. “Been

a shadowed glance at the