I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 4

Steeling herself, she gripped the armrest of the wheelchair and pushed. For a heart-stopping moment, she was almost free, but then she slipped again, landing squarely between his thighs.

A sharp hiss escaped the man’s lips, and his expression grew even darker. She had nearly crushed him.-

Focused only on getting up, Niamh didn’t notice his reaction and tried again. And again. Each time, she was just shy of making it. She couldn’t help but feel a flash of annoyance. If he would just give her a little push, she’d be on her feet.

The man’s face was now a mask of fury. A few more hits like that, and he’d be permanently damaged.

“Idiot!”

As Niamh prepared for another attempt, the man’s voice, low and seething with rage, cut through the air. The two words were laced with ice and an undeniable authority.

A muffled snort echoed in the elevator.

Niamh finally realized there was another person in the car—a young, clean-cut man who was covering his mouth, his face flushed red as he tried to stifle his laughter.

The young man was Usher Yarnell, the man’s assistant. The man in the wheelchair was Jareth Bragg, the young master of the Bragg family and the CEO of Jareth Media.

Seeing Usher’s amused expression, Niamh shot him a glare.

Did he really find this so funny? Would it kill him to lend a hand?

She was about to ask Jareth for help when a hand clamped onto the back of her neck. He lifted her as if she were a rag and tossed her aside.

She slammed into the opposite wall of the elevator and crumpled to the floor. Her body ached from the impact, and her head spun. Her knees, in particular, throbbed with a sharp, piercing pain.

The elevator doors opened.

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