I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 12

But he was hungry.

He decided to try a spoonful. The flavor was surprisingly good—light, savory, and perfectly seasoned. The consistency was just right. It was exactly how he liked it.

Before he knew it, he had eaten the entire bowl.

If she was going to make it, why not make more? One small bowl was barely enough to fill a cavity in his tooth.

Jareth picked up a pen and added three words to the bottom of the note: [Not enough.]

As he headed to his room, he passed through the living room again. The sight of the roses still grated on his nerves. A man’s house had no place for flowers. He snatched the vase and tossed it into the trash.

When Jareth entered his bedroom, his eyes immediately fell on the photo frame on his nightstand.

His expression instantly turned to ice.

He pulled out his phone and dialed Usher.

“Didn’t you tell the cleaning agency that the housekeeper is not to touch my personal belongings?” he roared the moment the call connected.

Usher’s voice was tight with anxiety. “I did, Mr. Bragg. The owner of Versatile Home Services told me she had found a very capable and clever young woman.”

Had she been fired after just one night? They had gone through over thirty housekeepers in the last six months. Mr. Bragg really was a monster.

“Warn her,” Jareth commanded. “If she touches my things again, she’s fired.”

Usher breathed a sigh of relief.

Thank God. At least there would be a next time. He had expected her to be dismissed on the spot, like all the others.

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