I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 116

Jareth continued as if she hadn’t spoken. “I know a lot of wealthy men, Niamh. Would you like me to introduce you to one?”

“Mr. Bragg, what are you trying to say?” Niamh asked, her voice tight with anger. Even a fool could tell he was mocking her.

Jareth shrugged. “Nothing. I just see how hard your life is and thought I’d help you find a meal ticket.”

The words “meal ticket” made Niamh want to explode. This man was truly incapable of saying anything decent.

“Fine,” she shot back, her voice dripping with sarcasm. “Since you’re so willing to help, I’d be a fool to refuse.”

His hand tightened around the glass. “Do you have any requirements? Let’s hear them.”

Niamh’s voice was venomous. “Just one.”

“And what’s that?”

“No one in a wheelchair.”

In response, Jareth snatched a pillow from the bed and hurled it at her.

Niamh bolted.

...

At noon, Jareth and Niamh arrived at the hotel restaurant on time. Their client was a beautiful, statuesque blonde woman named Isa, dressed in a long, elegant gown.

“Mr. Bragg, you have a girlfriend?” Isa asked in English, her eyes wide with surprise as soon as she saw them.

Before Jareth could respond, she jumped in.

As Jareth and Isa discussed the partnership, Niamh acted as their translator.

Isa was not satisfied with the price Jareth offered and hoped he could lower it by another two percent. Jareth, however, stated that his offer was already half a percent lower than what he gave other partners and flatly refused to go any lower.

“Well, Mr. Bragg, I hope we have another opportunity to work together in the future,” Isa said apologetically.

Jareth was unfazed. Business was business. If they could cooperate, great. If they couldn’t reach an agreement, he wouldn't force it.

Niamh felt it was a shame. This was a five-year contract, and Isa owned over a hundred department stores in France. If Jareth Media’s clothing lines could be featured in all of them, it would mean an annual sales increase of three billion.

This man, why can’t he just be a little more persuasive? If he’d just tried to sweet-talk her a little, she might have agreed.

On her own initiative, she said to Isa, “Ms. Isa, business may not have worked out, but goodwill remains. We’ve been talking for a while, everyone must be hungry. Why don’t we eat first?”