I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 120

“Mr. Brevik! Are you really just going to let him walk away?” one of the men in black suits protested, cracking his knuckles in frustration.

“Are you deaf?!” Fabian roared.

Seeing his boss’s fury, the man quickly stepped aside, watching Jareth disappear from sight.

He couldn’t understand it. Mr. Brevik was a skilled fighter himself, so how could he lose to a guy who couldn’t even walk? And get beaten to a pulp in the process? Worst of all, he seemed to be just swallowing his pride and letting the man go.

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As soon as Jareth and Niamh were in the car, Niamh couldn’t help but ask, “Mr. Bragg, what happened between you and Fabian?”

Fabian shot her a look in the rearview mirror. “Mind your own business.”

Niamh immediately shut her mouth.

She had no idea the fight had been about her. Fabian had proposed one condition for allowing Jareth to acquire his company: that Jareth’s secretary spend a night with him.

Jareth hadn’t hesitated for a second before beating the man senseless. To stop Fabian from calling in his bodyguards, Jareth had used the evidence he had—that Fabian was secretly working with his uncle behind his father’s back. That was the only reason Fabian had let him go.

“Mr. Bragg, that Fabian guy is obviously bad news. I’m glad you taught him a lesson!” Niamh added, her anger bubbling up again.

Niamh snapped back to reality and quickly got out, pushing Jareth’s wheelchair toward the sea. A wide stone path, lush green lawns, and tall palm trees lined the walkway, leading to the vast, calm ocean dotted with playful couples.

Niamh pushed him along, silently soaking it all in.

After a short while, Jareth asked her to stop. He faced the sea, gazing silently into the distance.

Niamh leaned against the stone railing, her own eyes fixed on the deep, dark water. The moon had risen, casting a silvery sheen across the surface, making it look like a mirror. When a gentle breeze rippled through, the mirror shattered into a thousand shimmering pieces. The sea wind on her face instantly eased her tension.

“Niamh, have you been to Portsmore City before?” Jareth asked then, his tone surprisingly gentle.