I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 41

Niamh was confused.

When did he ever tell her that?

Though she thought it, she didn’t dare say it. Instead, she asked in a softer tone, “Mr. Bragg, when did you tell me that? I don’t seem to recall.”

Jareth’s expression grew even darker. His eyes, glinting with a cold light, felt like daggers.

“I sent you a message. Didn’t you see it?” he demanded.

Niamh scratched her head. When did he send her a message?

She quickly pulled out her phone and opened her chat with Jareth. There was nothing there.

“You didn’t send anything,” she explained.

Smack!

Jareth slammed his hand on the desk. “Even if I didn’t, couldn’t you have taken the initiative to ask?” he bellowed.

Niamh flinched, her soul nearly leaving her body. “It’s not like I committed a capital crime. Why are you acting like a judge slamming down a gavel?” she thought.

“I’m sorry, it was my mistake. Should I go and buy you something else?” she offered, forcing herself to be conciliatory.

When you’re under someone else’s roof, you have to bow your head.

“Do you think my money grows on trees?” Jareth continued to roar.

“Then what do you suggest we do?” Niamh asked, looking him straight in the eye. At this point, she was ready for anything.

Jareth replied coolly, “Eat first. We’ll talk about it later.”

Niamh didn’t think much of it. The head of a large company wouldn’t be so petty as to cheat her out of a few hundred dollars.

So, she happily sat down to enjoy the lunch from Vista Gourmet. It was three dishes and a soup, and she had even chosen them based on her own preferences. Who would have thought she would be the one to eat it?

There was pan-seared cod, sautéed shrimp, and crispy roasted chicken, along with a winter melon soup. She had ordered the soup specifically for Jareth, thinking it might help cool his perpetually fiery temper, which was worse than a menopausal woman’s.

As she ate, her thoughts drifted to her children. If only the quadruplets were here, they would have loved this.

Speak of the devil, her phone buzzed with a video call from Keir. He wanted to inspect her lunch. Niamh aimed the camera at the four dishes.

Keir’s voice came through the speaker. “Mommy, are those someone else’s leftovers?”