I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 151

“That’s not true, Mr. Bragg,” Niamh corrected him. “You’re the one who bought it. Why are you saying I did?”

“The sweater vest was your purchase, Ms. Lynn. Don’t deny it,” Jareth snapped back.

Niamh rolled her eyes. Seriously? How could he say that? She bought it on his behalf.

“My grandpa asked me who bought it!” Jareth explained, his voice tight. “And I told him the truth!”

Niamh was speechless, unsure of what to even say to that.

“And another thing, you’re practically a celebrity at headquarters now. Even my grandpa, the Chairman, knows who you are,” he continued. “He wants me to bring you to the family estate this Wednesday. He wants to meet you in person.”

Jareth’s voice was low, and honestly, he was worried she’d refuse.

“I’m not going.”

And just like that, she shot him down.

Hearing her flat refusal, Jareth’s fists clenched at his sides. He knew she’d say no. This woman was as stubborn as they come. Such a golden opportunity right in front of her, and she was throwing it away. His grandfather seemed to have a good impression of her. If he ended up really liking her, he might transfer her to the main office, or maybe even… name her as his future granddaughter-in-law. The possibilities were endless!

“Mr. Bragg, meeting your grandfather doesn’t seem to be part of my job description,” Niamh added, risking his wrath when she saw his stormy expression. “I have the right to refuse, don’t I?”

“Niamh, you’re going whether you like it or not. You don’t have a choice in the matter!” Jareth finally roared.

Again, Niamh was left speechless.

“Unless you want to quit,” he added, the threat hanging heavy in the air.

With that, he turned and left.

Niamh grabbed her bag and hurried after him. This was something they needed to sort out, right now.

When the elevator doors opened, she pushed his wheelchair inside before he could move it himself.

Without thinking, Niamh stepped around from behind him. In a flash, Jareth’s arm shot out, circling her slim waist. With a sharp tug, he pulled her off balance.

“Ah!”

With a short cry of surprise, she tumbled backward, landing squarely on his lap.

Jareth’s hand darted out to press a button on the control panel. As the doors slid open on a different floor, he expertly maneuvered the wheelchair, rolling them both out while pinning her in place.

He refused to believe it. He was a scion of the Bragg Group, and he couldn’t even handle one little secretary?

The second they were out of the elevator, Niamh began to struggle, but Jareth held her down firmly, giving her no chance to escape.

“Mr. Bragg, what are you doing?”

“If you don’t let me up right now, I’m going to scream!” she threatened, genuine fear creeping into her voice.