I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 16

“You promise?” she asked, just to be sure.

“Yes,” Jareth replied, enjoying her reluctant expression.

Niamh thought for a moment. “Sir, you remind me of my dear father, I wish you great fortune and prosperity!”

Her father?

Jareth’s brow furrowed. He was finally beginning to understand how idiots met their end. They were just too stupid to live.

Wilbur leaned over and whispered to Niamh, “My boss is only twenty-nine.”

Twenty-nine? He was only five years older than her? His voice sounded so much older.

“Sir, I wish you good health,” she said, trying again. She was running out of time; she only had twenty minutes until she had to clock in.

“Are you an idiot?” Jareth snapped. Why not wish him eternal life while she was at it?

Niamh gritted her teeth. That was the second time someone had called her an idiot, the first being the pervert in the elevator.

She changed her approach.

“Sir, I was wrong. I shouldn’t have hit your car.”

“Sir, I’m really poor. Please, be the bigger person and let me go.”

“Sir, you must be the kindest person in the world.”

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