I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 30

“Ptooey!”

She spat on the ground.

“Ptooey! Ptooey!”

She spat again and again, as if trying to rid her mouth of something disgusting.

This man wasn't just a pervert and a tyrant; he was a narcissist. She would rather fall for Lyric’s yappy little dog than this monster.

Jareth scowled. What is she doing?

“Gross,” Niamh muttered, wiping her mouth with the back of her hand.

"Gross? She thinks I’m gross? Her mouth had tasted of cheap bread, and I hadn’t complained. How dare she call me gross?" He fumed inwardly.

“Help me up,” he commanded from the ground.

Niamh just shot him a withering glare and walked away.

Help him up? Like hell she will. He can walk just fine.

Let him fire her. It would be a relief. She wouldn’t have to pay back the fifty thousand dollars.

Watching her defiant retreat, Jareth slowly pushed himself up and settled back into his wheelchair, his eyes burning holes in her back.

“Just you wait, Niamh. You’re the first person who has ever treated me this way.”

An image of their kiss flashed in his mind. He subconsciously touched his lips, where a faint sweetness seemed to linger. A slow, involuntary smile spread across his face.

Just then, Usher arrived. Seeing Jareth smile, he thought he was seeing a ghost in broad daylight.

“Mr. Bragg, are you all right?” Usher asked, approaching cautiously. He had worked for Jareth for over three years and had never once seen him smile.

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