I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 136

If Usher or Rhea had ever looked at him like that, they would have been fired on the spot.

As they entered the store, the manager approached them. “How may I help you, sir?”

“I need a gift for my grandfather,” Jareth replied.

Niamh couldn’t help but pout. Jewelry for his grandfather? What a thoughtless gift.

The manager considered for a moment. “Perhaps a sandalwood bracelet?”

“Whatever works,” Jareth said dismissively.

“Whatever?” Niamh thought, appalled. How could he be so disrespectful toward his own grandfather?

“Of course, sir. One moment,” the manager said, scurrying off.

But as soon as the manager turned his back, Niamh pushed Jareth’s wheelchair out of the store.

“Niamh, what are you doing? Why did you push me out of there?” Jareth yelled.

“Mr. Bragg, I’m sure your grandfather doesn’t need another bracelet. Let me take you somewhere else to buy a proper gift,” she said, ignoring his anger.

In her opinion, a gift like that was completely devoid of sentiment. The value of a gift wasn’t in its price tag, but in the thought behind it.

“Niamh, stay out of my business!” he roared.

“But Mr. Bragg, that gift has no heart. Let me pick something for you. Just wait here a moment.”

“Niamh—”

He tried to stop her, but she had already disappeared into a men’s clothing store.

“Five different colors,” he added.

Now she was truly confused. Why five different colors? Wouldn't it be better if they were all the same?

Niamh stood by silently, wondering which lucky employees would receive these one-thousand-dollar phones.

Her own phone, an ancient relic that barely worked, came to mind. She desperately wanted a new one, but she just couldn’t afford it.

“Ms. Lynn, give me your phone,” Jareth said suddenly.

Niamh looked at him, confused.

“Didn’t you hear me? Give me your phone,” he repeated impatiently.