I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 17

Before she could finish her sentence, the car window rolled all the way down, revealing a familiar, ice-cold face.

The man from the elevator.

Niamh stumbled back, horrified.

No wonder he was such a psycho. They were the same person. The world was too damn small. Of all the cars to hit, she had to hit his.

What rotten luck!

“Twenty thousand dollars,” Jareth said, his voice dripping with venom. “It will be deducted from your salary. Every last cent.”

“Wilbur, what are you waiting for?!” he barked.

Wilbur scrambled back into the car.

Niamh stood frozen as the ostentatious Lexus sped away. It took a moment for her to find her voice.

“Bastard!” she seethed. She couldn’t figure out what she had said to set him off like that.

“Sir, you’re so kind, I’m sure you’ll have quadruplets…” Was it that line? What was wrong with it? Maybe his wife was dead, and she had brought up a painful memory.

And what did he mean, deducted from her salary? Who was he? The owner of Jareth Media?

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