I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 31

Cormac frowned in confusion. Usher had just told him that Mr. Bragg wanted him to handle the German account. Why the sudden change of heart just a few minutes later? What had he done to offend him?

The man was acting strangely today.

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That afternoon, while Niamh was mopping the main hall, Jareth called her into his office three times. First, the windowsill wasn’t clean enough. Then, the bathroom was dirty. Finally, there was dust on the sofa.

When she was cleaning the bathroom, Jareth supervised her personally, watching her scrub and disinfect the toilet five times before he was satisfied. The smell of the disinfectant was so strong she nearly choked.

By the end of her first day, Niamh felt physically exhausted, but her mind was even more drained. As if dealing with Rhoslyn and Cormac wasn’t bad enough, now she had Jareth to contend with. All three were top executives, and she was just a janitor. How could she possibly survive with those three tyrants breathing down her neck?

She made a decision: the moment her debt was paid, she was quitting.

After clocking out at five, Niamh stopped by the market to pick up some discounted groceries. She had originally thought that with two jobs, things would be a little easier. She’d even planned to make the kids fried chicken as a treat. But now, she hadn’t earned a single cent and was fifty thousand dollars in debt.

So, fried chicken was definitely off the menu.

Instead, Niamh bought a cheap cut of pork to make the kids a nourishing soup.

The moment she opened the door, the quadruplets jumped up from the sofa and ran toward her.

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

“Mommy!”

Niamh laughed. “It’s plenty, sweetie. Any more and you might make me catch a cold.”

“How about me, Mommy? Is the pressure okay?” Keir asked.

“It’s perfect, honey. It feels wonderful,” Niamh replied.

“What about me, Mommy? Does my massage feel good?” Jove chimed in.

“Yes, it’s great. Yours feels the best.”

As soon as the words left her mouth, Keir pouted. “Mommy, doesn’t mine feel the best?”

Realizing her mistake, Niamh quickly reached out and stroked Keir’s head. “It does, it does. Yours feels just as good as Jove’s.”