I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 85

The sight was ridiculous.

And yet, he thought, there was something almost… cute about it.

Jareth pulled out his phone and quietly snapped a couple of pictures.

Ever since having the quadruplets, Niamh had become a light sleeper. The slightest noise could wake her. Her eyes fluttered open, and she saw Jareth standing over her, phone in hand.

“Mr. Bragg, what are you doing?” she asked, her voice thick with sleep. “Are you taking pictures of me?”

Jareth’s good mood vanished. “A short, clumsy thing like you? Why would I take a picture of you?”

Niamh was speechless.

Before she could retort, Jareth barked, “Get yourself together. The fashion show is about to start.”

Niamh immediately shot up from the sofa.

The event, named the Lumina Fashion Gala, was a joint venture by ten of the nation’s top fashion brands, including Jareth Media. Hundreds of distributors and importers from across the country had been invited, and the main hall was already buzzing with people.

The moment Niamh pushed Jareth’s wheelchair into the venue, a wave of whispers rippled through the crowd.

“Look, isn’t that Jareth, the third son of the Bragg dynasty?”

“Oh my god, how can he still be so handsome, even in a wheelchair?”

“I know, right? He’s so gorgeous, I think I’m going to die.”

“Such a handsome face, but he can’t walk. If only he weren’t disabled, he’d be perfect.”

“Mr. Bragg, and who is this?” A man in a blue suit swaggered over, a smirk on his face. He had one arm wrapped around a woman but his eyes were glued to Niamh.

Feeling his lecherous gaze, Niamh quickly turned her head away.

“Well, everyone, am I seeing things, or is that a woman by Mr. Bragg’s side?” the man taunted, eliciting a chorus of laughter from those nearby.

Jareth remained unfazed.

“Mr. Brevik,” he said coolly, “I heard that Brevik Fashion Inc. has been losing money every year since you took over. Perhaps I should just buy it from you.”

“You—” Fabian Brevik’s smile froze on his face. “Jareth, don’t you get too arrogant!” he snarled. Ever since this upstart had taken over Jareth Media and poached several of his biggest clients, Fabian had been itching for revenge.

“How about this?” Jareth continued smoothly. “If your show tonight is a failure and no one wants your products, you sell your company to me. What do you say?”