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I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 192

Niamh snapped her head toward the sound.

It was Jareth. He had slapped the woman squarely across the face.

Then, he announced to everyone present, “I am the quadruplets’ father!”

“You?” The woman clutched her stinging cheek, staring at Jareth in disbelief.

Niamh was just as stunned. “Mr. Bragg, do you have any idea what you’re saying?”

Clutching her son tighter, the woman said, “You’re just saying that to help her, aren’t you, Mr. Bragg? How could you possibly be their father?”

“Apologize!” Jareth’s roar thundered through the air.

The woman’s face paled, her eyes darting around in a panic. She glanced at Niamh. Though she was seething, she knew better than to cross Mr. Bragg.

“I’m… sorry,” she mumbled.

“Louder!” Jareth commanded.

“I’m sorry!” she shouted.

Jareth let out a cold snort, his icy gaze sweeping over the crowd. “I, Jareth Bragg, am the biological father of these quadruplets. If any of you ever encourage your children to bully them again, I will have your kids thrown out of this school. No, I’ll make sure your entire family has no future in Cliffhaven.”

Panic flickered across the faces of the onlookers. One by one, they began to slip away. A quick search on their phones would tell them everything they needed to know: Jareth Bragg was the ruthless president of the Bragg Group, a man known for his cold, decisive nature.

With that, he hitched his backpack higher on his shoulders and swaggered off.

“Thank you, Mr. Bragg,” Phaedra said, stepping up to Jareth.

A look of pleasant surprise crossed Jareth’s face.

But she continued, “Our real daddy is dead, Mr. Bragg. You’re not our daddy. But thank you for helping us just now.”

Then she turned and followed Keir.

Aurelia, however, ran over, wrapped her arms around Jareth’s neck, and jumped up to plant a kiss on his cheek.

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