I Owe the Tyrant Four Little Heirs novel Chapter 93

Jareth was speechless. Such a little sycophant at his age. He wondered, “Niamh, what kind of son are you raising?”

Keir lowered his voice to a conspiratorial whisper. “Mr. Bragg, I have to tell you a secret!”

“What is it?” Jareth asked, intrigued.

“My mommy is single!” Keir whispered.

“What’s that supposed to mean?” Jareth asked, genuinely confused.

“Are you stupid?” Keir snapped.

Did this kid just call him stupid? He had some nerve.

“Let me ask you something,” Keir said. “Is my mommy pretty or not?”

Jareth rolled his eyes and answered grudgingly, “She’s… average, I guess.”

“Mr. Bragg, is there something wrong with your eyes? Maybe I should get you a pair of reading glasses,” Keir retorted. How dare he call his mommy average? The man had to be blind.

Jareth was once again at a loss for words. The kid was sharp, insulting him without using a single curse word.

“Let me tell you, Mr. Bragg, my mommy isn’t just beautiful, she’s amazing in every other way, too.”

“Oh?”

“Really, she’s so talented.”

“Do tell.”

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