I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 107

“Pfft—” Usher finally burst out laughing. Even someone as naive as him could understand what Niamh was implying. What man wouldn’t?

Jareth, however, glared at her, his jaw tight, thinking, “You’ve given birth to children, for God’s sake, and you’re playing dumb with me? This is your fault! You’re the one who threw yourself at me when you were drunk, getting me all worked up until I had to take matters into my own hands. But you’re a hell of an actress, Niamh.”

He was seriously starting to believe her getting drunk on two drinks was all a performance.

“Mr. Bragg, I won’t disturb your… laundry. I’ll finish organizing the files and send them over!” Usher said quickly before hanging up.

Right now, Usher was ecstatic. He felt that the thousand-year-old iceberg that was Mr. Bragg was finally starting to thaw. No wonder his boss’s voice had been so gentle on the phone earlier; he’d almost thought he’d dialed the wrong number.

“Niamh, maybe you should quit,” Jareth said coolly after a moment.

“What do you mean?” Niamh asked, her heart sinking. She might not like Jareth—she found him duplicitous, passive-aggressive, and manipulative—but she desperately needed this job.

“With acting skills like yours, you should be in movies,” Jareth continued. “Why waste your talent at my company? You could probably win an Oscar. Then you’d be rich and famous in no time.”

After delivering these cold remarks, Jareth stood up and walked toward his room. As he passed Niamh, he shot her a withering glare that made her stomach drop.

Movies? An Oscar? What is he talking about?

Was he saying she was acting? A surge of anger rose in her. When had she ever been acting?

“Forget it,” she told herself. “When you’re desperate, you have to bow your head.”

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